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by NICK CARTER
( yes he's one of Backstreet Boys member and my ideal guy!)
Merry Christmas Mr.Wajeski !
by NICK CARTER( yes he's one of Backstreet Boys member and my ideal guy!)
It happened just the other evening as we made our way home from school through
the sleet and snow. I was doing my usual trick of impersonnating Mr Wajeski
, our geography teacher. Of course the gang were in stiches, I can impersonate
most of the teachers in our grade , but the guys love it when I do Mr.Wajeski,
he's such a bumbling idiot and I've got him down to perfection. The way he
stumbels around dropping his books in the hall, how he stutters and screws
up when he's trying to explain something. This time he'd been putting up
posts for the Christmas Dance, Jimmy had accidentally - on - purpose banged
into him scattering his papers everywhere ! We left the short - sighted buffoon
on the floor scrambling to pick them up . "Sorry Sir!" laughed Jimmy as we
run off. It was cool, he never dared shout at anyone, especially us.
But theat's when it happened. I mean you hear those dumb, soppy tales about how love hits you lie a blot from the blue. I never believed it until that moment but there she was, standing by the grocery store. Even though it was getting dark, her piercing green eyes spakled and she looked just like an angel waiting to be placed on the top of the Christmas tree. Wow ! Gorgeous long , blonde hair, beautiful shy, smiling mouth - but those eyes ! I've seen her from a distance school but as unual I'd played it cool and had made no attempt to be friendly . She wasn't in my class and i didn't even know her name , but now I had to find out. So I broke away from the guys and made some excuse abotu needing to go into the store . As I approached her, her eyes dropped . I heard a loud 'oh ! ' sound and there was Cherry standing protectively behind the counter , staring at her . THE CHERRY ! , the Cherry who'd been my 12th girlfriend this term ,the Cherry who, like the rest of them , had been a token pretty girlfriend who I'd mess around and the ditch when i got bored.
Darn , I'd forgotten about Cherry ! She was chewing gum and, before I could even blinked ,she's blown a bubble big enough to swallow me up and send me to the moon . As it popped she sucked it back into her mouth with the speed of a bullet and blurted out, " Whaddya you want? "
'Probably still bitter about our spilt' I mused. "Six packets of Oreo biscuits and a tub of your finest Ben & Jerry's icecream if you please", I don't know why I said that , it just sorta came out but at least it took Cheery scuttling into the back of the store for a minie while I struck up the courage to speak to my angel.
"You're new here,aren't you" I blurted.
"yup" she replied shyly. "I'm Zac, What 's your name?"
She looked up smiling but, just as she was about to reveal all, Cherry stormed past her and threw the grocery bag under my nose and said, "That'll be $8 exactly, thank you! " I was fuming,Cherry had spilt my moment of truth. As I delved around deep in my pocket I realised that I spent all my money on soda pop at school . My anger quickly subsided into complete embarrassment and I called over to the guys to help me out.
"What are you buying ice cream in this weather for, Zac?" They challenged.
"Listen, who's the leader of this gang? Just give me the money!" I stormed. I paid up and scrried off, not daring to look at the toal confusion I'd left my angel in. How was I to ask her for a date while she was in Cherry's viperous clutchnes ? She'd probably poisoned her brain with horor stories of the trouble our gang had caused. All completely untrue of course.
I spent the whole of Sunday evening dreaming of my angel and devising plans of how I'd ask her to the Christmas Dance. Why did I always have to act like the tough guy all the time? She was never going to trust me with my reputation! Outside I could hear carol singers from the neighbourhood singing out ogf tune, while inside my mom was bustling around putting finishing touches to the tree, wrapping presents and fussing about the state of the Christmas cookie she'd baked for Aunt Maisie. What is it about moms and Christmas? They flap around such a panic. I didn't care if I ate another turkey or had another present, all I wanted for Christmas was my angel. The Christmas Dance was just two days away , I had to pluck up the courge to approch her.....( to be continued )
But theat's when it happened. I mean you hear those dumb, soppy tales about how love hits you lie a blot from the blue. I never believed it until that moment but there she was, standing by the grocery store. Even though it was getting dark, her piercing green eyes spakled and she looked just like an angel waiting to be placed on the top of the Christmas tree. Wow ! Gorgeous long , blonde hair, beautiful shy, smiling mouth - but those eyes ! I've seen her from a distance school but as unual I'd played it cool and had made no attempt to be friendly . She wasn't in my class and i didn't even know her name , but now I had to find out. So I broke away from the guys and made some excuse abotu needing to go into the store . As I approached her, her eyes dropped . I heard a loud 'oh ! ' sound and there was Cherry standing protectively behind the counter , staring at her . THE CHERRY ! , the Cherry who'd been my 12th girlfriend this term ,the Cherry who, like the rest of them , had been a token pretty girlfriend who I'd mess around and the ditch when i got bored.
Darn , I'd forgotten about Cherry ! She was chewing gum and, before I could even blinked ,she's blown a bubble big enough to swallow me up and send me to the moon . As it popped she sucked it back into her mouth with the speed of a bullet and blurted out, " Whaddya you want? "
'Probably still bitter about our spilt' I mused. "Six packets of Oreo biscuits and a tub of your finest Ben & Jerry's icecream if you please", I don't know why I said that , it just sorta came out but at least it took Cheery scuttling into the back of the store for a minie while I struck up the courage to speak to my angel.
"You're new here,aren't you" I blurted.
"yup" she replied shyly. "I'm Zac, What 's your name?"
She looked up smiling but, just as she was about to reveal all, Cherry stormed past her and threw the grocery bag under my nose and said, "That'll be $8 exactly, thank you! " I was fuming,Cherry had spilt my moment of truth. As I delved around deep in my pocket I realised that I spent all my money on soda pop at school . My anger quickly subsided into complete embarrassment and I called over to the guys to help me out.
"What are you buying ice cream in this weather for, Zac?" They challenged.
"Listen, who's the leader of this gang? Just give me the money!" I stormed. I paid up and scrried off, not daring to look at the toal confusion I'd left my angel in. How was I to ask her for a date while she was in Cherry's viperous clutchnes ? She'd probably poisoned her brain with horor stories of the trouble our gang had caused. All completely untrue of course.
I spent the whole of Sunday evening dreaming of my angel and devising plans of how I'd ask her to the Christmas Dance. Why did I always have to act like the tough guy all the time? She was never going to trust me with my reputation! Outside I could hear carol singers from the neighbourhood singing out ogf tune, while inside my mom was bustling around putting finishing touches to the tree, wrapping presents and fussing about the state of the Christmas cookie she'd baked for Aunt Maisie. What is it about moms and Christmas? They flap around such a panic. I didn't care if I ate another turkey or had another present, all I wanted for Christmas was my angel. The Christmas Dance was just two days away , I had to pluck up the courge to approch her.....( to be continued )
