My Story

Here is my story and please be honest with how you like it for as far as I get. Wow, that last sentence doesn't seem like it makes sense. So yeah, be about as critical as I was on your story Josh, but you might want to wait for a little bit to see where this is going.


"Daxton Trapesly?" The plump sub called out. Nobody answers. "Daxton Trapesly, are you here?" she calls out again.
Quickly, Devan, elbowed Daxton in the side to wake him up from his deep sleep and yelled, "Here!" to cover for his best friend, who was nodding off again in his seat.

Daxton and Devan were extremely close and they could not be split apart. They always knew what the other was thinking before it had been said out loud. They might as well have been twins with their tight relationship. They didn't look a thing alike and they didn't really act the same either, but they got along like ice cream and hot fudge. Daxton, the shorter of the two, was the kind of kid who got along with most people, but didn't really show anyone the true him until he knew them decently well. Devan was kind of like that, but he made less of an effort to go out and make friends. Daxton wasn't extremely outgoing, but Devan was almost shy.

Devan knew what Daxton had been going through lately, the first few weeks in high school had been killing him. Daxton had been a pretty well liked kid at his jr. high and going to a different high school than most of your friends didn't seem that bad, but it had been harder on him than any of his other friends for these first two weeks of school. Daxton was even considering transferring to Welch High because he believed he would have an easier time socially over there. He had been losing a lot of sleep over this matter and had broken down a couple times while talking it over with his parents.

"Why don't you just change schools, Daxton?" his mom asked.

"Mom, it's really not as simple as it sounds," Daxton replied.

"Just change if you aren't liking your high school. I know the principal of Welch, I will call him tonight."

"Ok, call him. I will stay at Kingston for another week and if i still don't like it then I am transferring."

"It would be easier if we just got it over with now, Daxton. Why not just finish it up? That way you could start making your new friends tomorrow."

"Mom! I don't feel like it is right. I want to switch to be with most of my friends, but most of my close friends are going to Kingston. I want to stay with them, but I am not liking high school in the least right now."

"Ok, but I am going to call Mr. Linger right now to see if you will able to..."

Devan recalled Daxton's account of this conversation that had seemed to gone on for eternity last night. Devan didn't see what Daxton thought was so bad about Kingston, but Daxton just wasn't acting like himself lately. Something had made him start acting different and he didn't know what it was. He decided it was best to let Daxton catch up on a little bit of shut-eye and went on daydreaming.

Daxton jumped out of his seat. He did not know how he got to biology. His friend Devan was sitting right next to him staring at Monica Hendricks sitting kitty corner to him. He had on an I'm-in-heaven face and Daxton knew it would not be good to disturb him. He then re-evaluated his problem of feeling friendless. 'If only I was more outgoing...' he thought.