Short story. Part 1.

It's not often I feel inspired to write a fictional story. But the other day the urge hit me. So guess what, I am. At least, I'll give it a go... I did write one a while back, about two young ladies, one wanting to be a successful writer, and the other wanting to be an actress. Basically reincarnations of myself, sort of. And although I'd written a fair few short stories about these characters, the ideas for the stories dried up, and I went back to writing blog posts about myself, and Giles Coren and Sue Perkins. That way it wasn't all made up stuff, and I didn't have to sit for ages thinking things and then describing them.

So for this blog post I will attempt to write a short story, and basing it on my own life, or my past rather.

The story starts here...

At school it's safe to say that there are those who get noticed and those who don't. People who are popular, and those who aren't.

For Sally Morland, a 12 year old girl who liked music but hated most sports, she was not the kind of girl who got noticed that easily. A lot of the time she would keep her head down, and sink into her school books, rather than making conversation with the other students.

One day Sally was in her History class, and it was nearly lunchtime. At this time of the day most of the students weren't very focussed on what they were being taught, but instead they chatted endlessly to each other about how hungry they were.

"Oh my god. I'm so hungry. I feel like I'm going to faint." said one girl to the person sitting next to her.

Sally looked at the clock. It was 10 minutes to 1pm.

"So, who can tell me when the First World War ended?" asked the teacher, Mr Pinker. The students often called him Mr Pinker The Blinker, because he blinked so much. It was like his eyes showed how fast he was thinking of things to say.

"1918!" shouted Peter. The class' loudest student.
"That is correct Peter." Mr Pinker said. "But next time could you raise your hand please."
"Ok sir." Peter said again, not as loudly as last time.

At lunch, Sally lined up in the lunch queue, and waited to get her food. Which she did everyday. Today was different though. She was standing next to a girl she had never stood next to before. Her name was Eliza Salbrook. She was the most sporty girl in her whole year group. She liked badminton the best. But also netball and rounders. She often talked to other sporty girls, but never found a real connection with any of them.

Most girls in both Eliza and Sally's year (they were in the same year) cared mostly about their looks. Eliza and Sally however didn't care much about their looks. Not to the same extent that the other girls did.

"Hi! This queue's taking forever, isn't it?" said Eliza to Sally.
"Yeah. I've been waiting here at least 10 minutes already." replied Sally.
"Lunch'll be over before we get any food." Eliza said, jokingly.
"Ha ha! Yeah." said Sally, smiling.
"We're in the same year, aren't we?" asked Eliza.
"Yes, I think so." said Sally.
"What's your name?" asked Eliza.
"Sally. Sally Morland."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Eliza Salbrook."
"Hi. Nice to meet you too." said Sally, with a little smile on her face.

When the girls had got to the front of the lunch queue, they both grabbed their food, and lined up together to pay for it. Then, after paying, they both walked together to an empty table and sat down next to each other.

"What class have you got next?" asked Eliza.
"P.E." said Sally.
"Oh. So have I!" exclaimed Eliza. "Who's your teacher?"
"Mr Harding." said Sally.
"Oh, I have Mrs Trinker." said Eliza. "Should we meet up at the end of school today?"
"If you like." said Sally.
"Do you live that far away from the school?" asked Eliza.
"No, it's about 15 minutes away." said Sally.
"Cool. I don't live that far away either." said Eliza.

Later that day, when the school bell had rung, Eliza and Sally both left their seperate form rooms, and met each other at the school gate.

"Hi Sally!" shouted Eliza, running to greet Sally.
"Hi! You walking home?" asked Sally.
"Yeah. Are you?" asked Eliza.
"Yep." said Sally.
"You going that way?" asked Eliza, pointing left.
"Yeah I am. Are you?" asked Sally.
"Mmm hmm." replied Eliza.

The girls walked out of school together, and then turned left. Both girls looked a little tired and worn out.

"How was P.E. then?" Eliza asked.
"Terrible." said Sally.
"How come?" asked Eliza.
"Well, we had to run around the track in the big field, about 3 times, and then do some sprinting. It was well tiring." said Sally.
"Don't you like running?" asked Eliza.
"Not much." said Sally.
"Oh. Well I quite like it. And badminton." said Eliza.
"Oh, I quite like that!" said Sally. "Much less tiring!" Sally said, laughing a little.
"Ha ha! Yes, it is!" said Eliza, also laughing a little.

The girls walked for about 10 minutes together, chatting away, like they'd known each other for years. Eventually they had to split up, and go their seperate ways, and go to their seperate houses. It seemed like the beginning of a long lasting friendship. But for how long?

End of part 1.

Thank you for reading. Hopefully I will carry this story on later. In a few days or so. Please leave a comment below or tweet me about what you thought of the story. I'd love to get some feedback.

Bye for now, Ss1. xxx