Patrick Bramer
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Asked To The Dance
She handed me the note smiled and said she had to hurry to her next class. I said OK and proceeded on to my class. As I sat down, I opened the letter and my heart sunk into what she said. The letter started out the same hi, but then she immediately got into what the letter was about. It said, “I just got asked out to the dance.” I let out a big sigh and immediately got looks from my classmates and the teacher. I didn’t want to read more. I didn’t want to hear (or read) that Jackie was going to go to the dance with another guy. I wanted to be the person to go with her. I waited about 15 minutes with not reading the letter but then temptation built too much and I had to see what more she wrote. To my jubilation, she proceeded in saying that she didn’t want to go to the dance with the person who asked her, but she didn’t know how to tell him that. Whew! Ok so she was asked but she apparently didn’t tell him yes or no but she is, from what I am understanding, going to say no to him. That was going to be a relief.
By Patrick Bramerabout a year ago in Humans
The Next Year
This is my last year in high school (I hope). My senior year has come upon me quicker than expected and I just knew this year would be a game-changer. At the beginning of my story, I mentioned that I was very scrawny for my age. I didn’t really describe my physique so I am going to describe what I looked like a year ago and what I look like today.
By Patrick Bramerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Meeting
I am now about 5 feet from where she is standing and at this point, some of her female friends stop talking to look at me or in my direction. At this point, I have made a decision to just smile at her and say hi. I chickened out to do anything more than that. Jackie smiled back at me and said hi back as I walked on to my first class of the day.
By Patrick Bramerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hug
The Hug The next day couldn’t get here fast enough. I just couldn’t wait to get to school to give back this device to Jackie and to see the expression on her face when she sees that it was fixed. I’ve seen Jackie smile a few or more times and she has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. Her smile is what I would call ‘enchanting’. It is something that draws me to her to the point where I just can’t even fathom looking away. I guess in a way, her smile is magical. I know all this may seem a bit cliché’, but she had the whole package and it was very difficult to not notice this.
By Patrick Bramerabout a year ago in Humans
Changed Mind
Changed Mind So, in my first story, I wrote about a dream I had when I was a kid. It wasn’t the typical dream job that most kids have when they are at that age (I don’t think anyway) but, it was my dream and it made me happy. I had this dream when I was 12 or 13 so it may have been too early to really think it could have been something I could accomplish. I mean, who knows, I might just change my mind.
By Patrick Bramerabout a year ago in Humans
The Name
The Name From this point on I have not said what this girl’s name was and I guess I thought that I would be protecting her from me writing about her, but I realize that there is no way that she would even be reading these stories so there is no reason why I can’t at least post her first name on here. This girl’s name that has completely taken me away to dreamland is Jackie. She was perfect in every sense of the word. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure. Her skin looked soft as silk and her smile could brighten up anyone’s day. She also either maintained a tanned physique or it was natural. When she walked into a room, everyone took notice. Jackie was my age so I should have been able to just walk up to her and “shoot the breeze”? No, I don’t think that would be possible. Jackie wasn’t a snob like most other girls in the school. She actually was someone who you could walk up to and start talking to, however, that person was just not me. I didn’t know how to do that, plus her boyfriend probably would have pounded me to the ground if I even attempted to try and do that.
By Patrick Bramerabout a year ago in Humans
A Dream
A Dream As a boy, I always aspired to do great things when I got older. There were, of course, the usual likes to what kids wanted to be when they grew up such as a police officer, fireman, doctor, or even a cowboy. When dreaming of these “jobs” no one at this age really thinks about what kind of money one would make, they just think that it would be “cool” to do it. I am no different from the normal kid that dreamed of these things. There was a difference in the way I was thinking though. I mean, if I was correct about every kid and all they wanted to do when they grew up is to be one of these 3 things then I should possibly change things up a bit and go for something that is “cool” but with less competition for the “job”. Why not be a horse trainer going with the cowboy theme. There couldn’t be that many people wanting to do that sort of thing right? Well, I was a kid, and horses kind of scared me so that may not be the best “job” to aspire to be while growing up, plus there were no horses around where I lived. Okay, so that “job” is out of the running. Needless to say, I wasn’t too broken up about the fact I won’t be doing that for a living. I’m not saying that this is a bad “job”, just not something I would aspire to do, but I will keep it on the list as a “last resort”. The only bad thing about the horse “job” would be that I really wanted to be a cowboy but to do that you have to be able to ride a horse, right? Oh well, it is on the list so I’m good with that.
By Patrick Bramerabout a year ago in Fiction
