Symbolism+Story

January 24, 2011 Javier Rodriguez Period 3 Accepted For Him Jordan had fifteen minutes to be back home before his mom got there and he was on the other side of town with NO ride. He had no one to blame but himself. He was played again, and he should have seen it coming. He was standing at the end of the woods watching cars go past. Why was he so stupid? All he ever thoughtis what people might think of him. Tristan, Mark, and Jillian were the kids he had a problem with…more like admired. He didn’t want to admit that he wanted to be in their little group, their little posse. He had been talking for so long it almost seems like it. After school he and the other three were hanging out the woods. They didn’t want him there, and he knew but pretended like he didn’t. Sitting at the creek they decided to swim. But what happened was completely different. Jordan being the first in came up out the water to be left alone and heard the laughter of them in the distance leaving. He wasn’t even going to try to get home on time. He called his mom and told where he was, and course she gave him trouble about why he wasn’t home. “I don’t know what to do anymore Jordan. Time after time I have to go out of my way to help you do things I shouldn’t have to.” “You’re my mom. That’s what you’re supposed to do.” “Not when you’re fifteen. If you did things right I wouldn’t have to treat you like a child and you know that just as much as I do. Its obvious these kids don’t like you.” She sounded more loving now. “I could see if you were trying to fit in but it’s been a while and these aren’t kids to hang with.” “They do like me! They were just playing!” he knew he was gonna get for getting loud. “As well as every other time huh?” The rest of the ride was quiet. He knew that everything she said was true but his pride said something different. The next day was much easier for the most part. Jillian didn’t even acknowledge him at the bus stop, but he was fine. He didn’t want to talk to her anyway. Mark didn’t look at him in second which was still ok. Fifth period was longer today because it was Wednesday during the extra time he decided to listen to music and just watch things around him from his seat. Every now and then he was glance over at Tristan. He was talking and laughing obnoxiously loud… about Jordan could tell because the group he was talking to was looking at him. He saw them all stop and look at the teacher, and then they turned around and were quiet. Jordan took off his head phones. The teacher must have told them to quiet down. “Retard.” whispered Tristan. He obviously didn’t whisper very quietly because half the class laughed and the teacher turned around. “Tristan Office NOW!” <span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">“This is stupid man” Tristan got up and walked out slamming the door behind him. The two girls sitting next to Jordan<span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> starting whispering about what happened. <span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">“He’s an idiot. I’ve never seen someone show off so much.” <span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">“He’s not going anywhere in life.” Jordan<span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> heard and said, “Like its any of your business. Shut up. You wouldn’t have said anything to his face.” <span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">“You act like people don’t talk around here. People talk about you and how you’re a naïve follower. Tristan said himself. You have the option of going somewhere or being a show off. And you’d rather go the wrong way even if people don’t want you there.” <span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">He couldn’t have went off on her and got in even more trouble but instead the least expected word came out of his mouth. “Thanks.” <span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">That very moment changed everything for Jordan<span style="color: #3f46a6; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">. He never spoke to Tristan, Mark, or Jillian again, he had grades lifted, friends who he could trust, and his mom’s again. No one did it for him. Not his mom, not the girl from fifth period…him. He changed his ways for his one happiness. He was now accepted for who he was and not who he had to be.

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