This is not a true story. I wrote it when I was in 5th grade for a short story writing contest and won. I was just looking back on some old things that I had written. Enjoy:



I was sitting in my room reading when my phone buzzed. Jodi had texted, hey can I come over?

I quickly responded, Sure! See you in five.

Five minutes later, I opened the door and Jodi barged in. She slipped out of her shoes and fell dramatically onto the couch. I sat down next to her.

“What do you want to do?”

“We could play scrabble?”

“Sounds good,” I said. I stood up and grabbed the falling apart scrabble box. We played for about 15 minutes when suddenly Jodi’s phone buzzed. She typed a sentence or two, then put her phone down and continued her turn.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Alright,” I said.

We played four more turns when Jodi’s phone buzzed again. She picked up her phone while I finished my turn. I put my last tile down and then took five more tiles out of the bag. I looked up and heard Jodi chuckle. “What are you laughing about?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said again.

This was enough. I wanted to know what she was laughing about, and she was clearly trying to keep something from me. I tried to peek at her phone but she swiped it out of my reach. My face puffed up in anger. I looked at her and gave her my best scowl, but she just stared blankly. I stomped back to my chair, every step slow and hard. All of a sudden, my phone broke the awkward silence. BZZZ BZZZ. I reached into my pocket. My mom had texted me, Honey, remember that you have a violin lesson today! I decided to start laughing just to get Jodi back. I started chuckling and eventually turned it into a roar. Jodi stood up and said, “Hey, what are you laughing about?”

“Oh nothing,” I said, mocking her.

She gave me the glare of a lifetime. I looked up into her squinting eyes and smiled.

She straightened her back. “I have to go now,” she said in a very serious way. She swept her arm across the scrabble board and the tiles went everywhere. She flew out the door not even caring to close it behind her.

* * *

The summer went by so fast. Then it was time to go back to school. On the first day, I went to my locker and unpacked my stuff. When I was cramming my last binder into my locker Jodi came up behind me with a bunch of girls wearing way too much makeup. I waved to Jodi and tried to seem happy, but she looked me up and down like I was a child covered in mud. She shook her head and said, “Oh, hi,” and walked away.

At lunch, I grabbed my tray and went over to where Jodi and her friends were eating. I put my tray down, and they looked at me like I was totally unwelcomed. I smiled sheepishly and sat down. I pulled out my book and showed it to Jodi. I asked, “What book did you bring?”

“What book?”

“A book to read at lunch of course!”

She shook her head like she was disappointed in me and turned to talk to the girl on the other side of her. I slumped deeper into my chair, pulled out my book, and started to read. Suddenly, Jodi turned and looked at me. “Where are you from? Planet loser?” She chuckled and waited for my response

My heart was beating so loudly I thought it might explode. She glared at me and stood up from the table. “Why can’t you just be normal?” she said.

“Normal! Normal as in you. You think you’re normal?” I fired back. She just stared at me blankly. I lost eye contact with her and looked down at the people sitting at my table. They all looked at Jodi. I could tell none of them were on my side. I straightened my back and slowly brought my eyes up to look at her.

“You have changed a lot over the summer. You used to be my friend. You used to sit with me at lunch and read,” I said. “Now you are buying into what other people want you to be.”

“So what? I may have changed a little over the summer. Maybe I changed what I like to do and who I hang out with. That doesn’t mean that you should get angry with me. I didn’t do anything bad.”

“Actually you did. You said that I was from planet loser. If you think that it’s okay to go around and say things to people like that then I think you have changed too much over the summer. I don’t think I even want to be around you anymore,” I said.

“Ugh, Tracie can get so worked up sometimes,” Jodi said as she rolled her eyes and faced the girls at her table.

I grabbed my lunch tray rather violently and stomped out of the cafeteria. I went all the way to the girls’ locker room and closed the door. I sank to my knees. I felt like crying but no tears would come out. Suddenly before I could do anything else the door of the locker room opened. I gasped. There was a girl with dark brown hair all the way down her back. She sat down next to me and said, “Hi, I’m Eva. I saw what you did during lunch. I thought that was pretty awesome. I could never do that.” Then she pulled a book out from behind her back and said, ”I heard that you like to read.”

When I was in 5th grade, "my phone" was on the wall in my parents' basement, and it had a rotary dial.
Yours too, huh?
I used to read Agatha Christie at lunch in 5th and 6th grade.
I remember this story! I'm glad you kept it and shared it.
This was great to read! And 5th grade!

I have a story saved in my files that I wrote in high school, and it's not even remotely as well put together and written as this. Very realistic—and sweet.