Personal Narrative-Traumatic Experiences

Walking out of class with her new friend Allison, the only one at this school that seemed to really understand her, she said ‘What does she mean I have to live life? My boyfriend was lacrosse captain! I was prom queen! When I was sixteen I got attacked by a dog at the winter formal and had to stay in hospital for a week! Not many people can say that!’
‘I don’t think you should be bragging about that. It sounds pretty traumatic actually,’ Allison replied as they walked out the building. She can’t actually remember what happened, so her parents like to pretend it never happened. This just made Lydia more stubborn to never forget.
‘I lost nine pounds because of it,’
‘Traumatic experiences aside, that’s not really what Blake was aiming for in live
Much.
Clearly feeling the eyes of the girls, the ball came shooting in their direction. Stiles came running (if you could call it running that is) over to pick it up.
‘You’ll have to forgive me, football’s not really my sport,’
While Lydia was rolling her eyes, Allison entertained him by asking ‘What is your sport,’
‘Lacrosse,’ he said with a smirk, before running back over to his team.
A knowing smile washed over Allison’s face. Lydia had a type, and that type was lacrosse player.
‘Stop, thinking what you are thinking,’ Lydia replied, poking her friends arm.
‘He plays lacrosse,’ she sang. Thankfully, the gym was in sight.
Moving over to the doors, and leaving Allison behind she called out. ‘You’re
In their defence they were both lacrosse players. Anyway, what kind of twins go to college together? It’s a time for freedom.
‘Wait a second, we need a team meeting,’ Stiles said. It was mostly because he didn’t want to embarrass himself anymore than he already had in front on Lydia.
Stiles wouldn’t call himself the one for crushes, however there was something about Lydia that intrigued him. Yeah, she was super hot, strawberry blonde hair and all, but it was something else that he liked about her. He could just imagine what she’d be like if she let her hair down (metaphorically of course, as it was always meticulously curled). If she were to take Ms. Blake’s advice, and loosen up, live a little.
He was pretty sure it was just a fantasy, but that didn’t stop him from trying.
‘Forget it,’ Danny said, noticing Stiles checking her out. ‘She likes the intellectual type,’
‘So? I’m intellectual and stuff,’
‘You’re flunking english, it’s your mother tongue and stuff,’
Flunking english… ‘Danny, you’re a genius,’
‘I knew this, but how?’ Danny asked, but it was too late as Stiles was following Lydia to the gym. ‘Stiles, where are you going? We’re in the middle of a game here!