Graffiti Creators

How do you like this scene in my story?
Now, remember, I’m a beginner. I’ll take advice as nothing but that and take praise to keep me going….please, be gentle…\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/I took my seat in the cafeteria with no food and stared at the clock, wishing time could miraculously go faster for once. The grimy tiles squeaked as chairs were thrust backwards and the many voices spoke about trivial things. Once again, and as usual, I was alone at the round table with graffiti all over it. Absentmindedly, I traced words from some previous loner that read Jess + Tyler = <3 “Hey, May. ...That rhymes.” I looked up and saw Drew standing behind the chair across from me, smiling. Drew liked me… a lot. The only person that ever talked to me happened to be the most annoying, how convenient. He was a nerd, but not just any nerd, oh no. He was a computer-nerd. Unlike how people considered geeks to look, Drew was practically the opposite. No glasses, no braces, his pants didn’t go all the way up to his ribs, and he didn’t carry pens everywhere he went in the pocket of his shirt. In fact, he was sort of handsome. With his messy hair and corny smile, in a way, he looked…pleasant. Not how my brother looked pleasant, or what my dad thought pleasant meant, but pleasant in a good way. I acknowledged his existence by nodding vaguely in his direction and leaning back in my chair. “Can I sit here?” he asked me, pointing to the chair he was standing over. I didn’t answer, but he pulled it out from under the table and plopped down in it all the same. He rested his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, staring at me dreamily. “Mayble, you are Graffiti Labs exquisitely beautiful,” he sighed, sinking lower into his chair. I glared at him. “Yeah, and you’re the Queen of England.” “Um, actually, it’d be the KING of England, but, whatever, y’know, not a problem,” he corrected me with a wave of his hand. “Is there a reason you’re here, or do you want to embarrass yourself by goggling at me all day?” I questioned him, crossing my arms. “Oh, right! Yeah, okay, so get this. You are invited… to come to Italy with me next week on Fall Break! Isn’t that amazing? I thought for a long time. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, my mind settled on the image of you! It lingered there for longer then necessary, but you don’t need to know that,” he said nervously. My eyes widened. Go with him… to Italy. That wasn’t even in America. Oh dear, I needed to get out of this, and fast. “Um, Drew. You know my brother Travis?” He nodded so I thought fast and said, “Well, he, uh, he’s watching me next week. Which is totally lame, but my parents are out of town and Leila is gone. And you know how strict Travis is. There is no way he’d let me leave the continent. Sorry,” I said, even though I wasn’t sorry at all. “Oh. Yeah, that’s fine. Totally. I’ll just ask somebody else. …I can sneak you out,” he suggested feebly. I shook my head. “No thanks. I’d just be in trouble when I got back.” “Well, we could run away together and we’d never have to go back to our families afterward,” he told me, looking past me for once and out the window, clearly daydreaming. That was it. I got up and walked to my next class. Unfortunately, that was the one where I sat next to Drew. Computer Lab.<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>Powered by Yahoo! Answers