10.04.2011

Oh, The Early Work Blogfest

*First off, if you feel so inclined, check out my post for the 2nd Campaign Challenge and throw me a vote! (I'm #171)Thanks!

Today's post is brought to you by Juliemybird's Oh, The Early Work blogfest/giveaway. There will be prizes! And lots of funny stories, so go check it out.


Also, dino love


Since I've already written about my first, psychotic, puppy-mutilating attempt at an epic story, I'm going to tell you about a different, but just as embarrassing, early writing experience.

There was a certain boy I pined for from third grade to eighth. He was, guys, SO cute. I can't describe him, or name names, because I'm still on speaking terms with his family and if he ever heard about this OHMYGOSHIWOULDDIE. Because I'm still twelve, apparently.

Nevertheless, I liked him a lot.

He inspired many a love-interest.

We actually almost became friends. We were within the same circle, capable of almost-not-awkward interaction, and--for one glorious month and a half--racing buddies when the bell rang to come in from recess. He was the one for me, I was positive.

And then, the worst thing possible happened: Junior High.

He was cute, and cuteness gets you popularity in junior high. I was not cute. I didn't get popularity.

Suddenly, my semi-friend-love couldn't bother himself to speak to me. No more racing. It was sad.

I channeled all my anguish and angst into a story about a girl who really liked a boy, and how they used to be best friends (slight exaggeration) but now he wouldn't even talk to her. She knew they were meant to be, and one day, he finally came to his senses, swept her off her feet, and they lived happily ever after.

I knew, I KNEW if he read it, he'd understand the pureness of my heart, that I wasn't just another spacey cheerleader after him for his rosy cheeks and curly dark hair. I saw to his soul.

So, I wrote him a casual note: "Hey, how's it going? How do you like seventh grade? What's your favorite class? Oh, by the way, I wrote a story and I was wondering if you would like to proofread it for me. Okay, let me know." I slipped it into his locker.

Lucky for me, he didn't answer. His avoidance of me became even more concentrated. And the bridge of our love was forever burned.

It's for the best, though. That story was totally lame.

What sort of gems did you write in your younger years? Link up at Julie's blog!

11 comments:

Juliemybird said...

BAHAHAHAHA. I think you've told me this story once before. So awesome.
You were so BOLD, Jeigh! I envy that in a twelve-year-old. :)

Also, I'm so happy you entered! YAAAYAYAY!!! *muppet flail*

Juliemybird said...

P.S. Way to incorporate that dino love. Points! (Why not?)

Christine Tyler said...

Oh baby. I've got something in the wings...

Sarah Pearson said...

This made me smile. I just wonder what story you'd be telling if he'd agreed to proof read it for you...

J said...

I'm going second Julie's BAHAHAHAHA. That. Was. Epic. In a hysterical, wonderful, I-would-never-have-been-so-brave way. :) Sounds like you ended up with a winner anyway. ;)

Tara Tyler said...

ah, the tragic unrequited love of a tween. glad you got over him! great story!

Erin said...

I want to read the story you wrote about him! Post that one next!

Melodie Wright said...

I agree with Julie and J - you were SO BRAVE!! Still, I share your relief he didn't answer. *still in awe of adolescent bravery*

Jeigh said...

See, you guys are confusing bravery and boldness with sheer desperation, which is what it really was. This was my last chance before he slipped through my fingers forever, which he did.

Rachel Morgan said...

Oh my GOSH, I can't believe you actually put that note in his locker! I would have been far too chicken!

Red Boot Pearl said...

I LOVE that you asked him to proofread it...