Part of a story. . .

This is part of a story I've been attempting to write. I've been trying to plan everything out before hand but it's taking a long time. Most of my story ideas come from one passage that I randomly come up with. It's like when I write openings to speeches for school; it kinda just comes to me.

I need to put my story exert here because I'm on my Dad's computer and I jsut need to put it here. Ignore the spelling mistakes, I have no program with spell check on here.


Jasmine sat with a blank look on her face. "Excuse me," she asked as she stared at the boy sitting across from her. He sat cross legged on top of the aged picnic table. Jasmine sat facing away from him, her legs dangaling off of the table.

"I'm a. . ." The boy looked at Jasmine with his soft blue eyes. It almost looked like he was regretting his words, but he knew it was too late. What was said, was said.

"No. . . I heard you, it's just. . . you're a what?! Like, you have to be kidding me!" Her last sentence was said in almost an angry tone. It was as if she had heard this time and time again and was getting sick of it.

"Forget it. I'm going back inside." The boy turned himself around and jumped off of the table; his dark brown hair sifted slightly in the cool night breeze. The girl was quick to follow.

"Oh, come on; come back. I don't care what you are! Please don't be angry. I don't want to be a loner in this class." The boy continued to head towards the two story, old, brown building.

"You have [insert name of friend]," he said without looking back. Jade was unsure of his current mood. Since he was not making eye contact, she assumed that he was mad at her; she didn't like it when people were mad at her.

"But, I don't want to have to hang with her in class. She's gotten a little. . . weird." Jasmine was careful when choosing the word to call her previous best friend. "Please Hayden, don't be mad."

The boy stopped, his hand was inches from the door handle. Jasmine had the feeling that if Hayden walked into the building mad at her then their friendship might not last as long as she thought it would. He turned and faced her. "And why woudl you think i'm mad at you?" A smirk lied clearly on his face, despite the lack of light. The only light was the beams provided by the moon, for the light's outside of the school had either been broken or burnt out.

"Well. . . " she stopped to think over what she'd say. "I guess you just seemed kinda angry." It was the best excuse she could think of.

"You're so silly, so bad at reading peoples minds. Now come on, we need to get to class." He reached out and opened the door. Jasmine smiled and followed him into the school. Even though she didn't believe that he wasn't mad at her, she was glad that at least it seemed like they were on good terms again. Skipped happily to class and took her normal seat by the window.

Instead of doing her work, she found herself staring outside-- usually look up at the moon.