Gym Walls Part II

Gym Walls Part II
Casting Dragon Masters/ Boy +Not Boy = IT

Yes, I know that the title on this one is weird, but soon you will understand.
Soon.
Both of these things happened when we were walking back and forth touching walls, but they didn’t happen at the same time. I’m putting them together because one is not long enough to go by itself so I’m putting them together. Neither has anything to do with each other if you want to know. I will now begin.
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Back…forth…back…forth…back…backwards forth…and so on, and so on. Now, while our physical bodies were being occupied by something very uninventive and, some people might say, boring, our mouths and brains were occupying our creative stream. So now you know where it goes when not being used entirely by bodily functions.
We were talking about Shawn’s Book.
Dragon Masters.
Shawn has been working on this book for forever, and it’s AMAZING. I love it. It’s simply fantastical (I don’t know if that’s a real word). Now, Shawn had been sick for a number of days, and in her spare time she was casting her book, if it were to become a movie, with actors she thought could do her characters(she as also looking up videos on Youtube about Merlin, ,but maybe that’s unnecessary to say).
We’d actually stopped walking for a second to compare the pictures. We both agreed that BlackSun was perfect (Black Sun is a character by the way, not an actor). And Venus was almost perfect. He was almost perfect.
I tried to explain to Shawn how I felt about and ended up talking about children’s toys.
“Shawn,” I said “Arthur is like… you know those toys kids play with where you have to stick the shape in the corresponding hole? And then there’s that one shape that if you push it hard enough it will fit. Arthur’s like that. Arthur’s like a triangle a little bit bigger than his corresponding hole (Venus). So if you shove him hard enough he might fit.” Shawn tried to make sense of this. After awhile she said
“So Arthur’s a little plastic triangle that kind of fits?”
“Exactly!” I said. See this is why, Shawn and I are friends. We understand each other…..kind of.
We had a dilemma. Shawn had pictures for everyone in her lead cast except for Villy. We didn’t have a picture for him. It’s not that we couldn’t find an actor that looked like him, its just that there was already a guy that looked exactly like Villy, and there was almost no way we could get a picture of him.
His name was Tommy. He’s my brother’s best friend, and I’ve known since I moved here. Shawn discovered him last year. Her cousin Fay approached her in lunch.
“Shawn.” She exclaimed, “Guess what? There’s this guy in my choir class that looks exactly how we picture Villy!” They kind of stalked him after that, and now he knows then as creepy stalker people who knew where his locker was and put little notes inside in their spare time. He was a ninth grader last year, so he’s not in our school anymore. I believe him and Shawn are destined to be married because he represents Villy and Shawn represents Fairwind and in her book they get married
Also Tommy told me he likes girl’s better with their hair up, and Shawn usually has her hair up and…
Any way we had a dilemma. Shawn said I should ask his sisters if I could have a picture because I’m kind of friends with hem, but I had a better idea. I’d just gotten a new Mp3 player that could take pictures. I would tell Tommy I wanted to take a couple of pictures so I could examine his facial expressions. I would tell him it was for an English project, which would be true because we planned this in English and officially made it a project so I wouldn’t be lying. So, if you think about it, it was more on the deceiving side, but why don't we stray away from that subject. I decided I would do it at Young Woman’s/mutual.
When the day came I was excited and worried. What if he didn’t let me? I was very worried. When we got through opening exercises I looked for Tommy. I couldn’t find him anywhere! What if he didn’t come? I had never thought of what I would do if he didn’t come!
I went over to his sister Alyssa.
“Hey, have you seen your brother here?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said, and she pointed over to Tommy. I sighed, relieved. I walked over to him.
“Hey, Tommy?” I began.
“Yeah?” he said.
“Could I take a couple of pictures of you?” I asked him. Before he could answer I rushed on, “It’s for an English Project. It’s worth half my grade. I’m studying facial expressions.” Tommy looked right at me, laughed and said
“No.”
“Please,” I pleaded following him out the door, “It’s worth half my grade and it’s only a couple of pictures.” He paused, and then sighed and said
“Okay.” Because that’s the kind of person Tommy is. He’s a pushover.
The first picture was normal. No smiling, just normal. The next picture was smiling. The picture after that he kind of freaked out about.
“Okay, one more,” I told him. I took a deep breath, “Okay, I want you to do a warrior face.”
“What!?” he asked me.
“A warrior face,” I repeated. By now he looked like he was seriously starting to doubt this was for my English project.
“I can’t do a warrior face,” he told me.
“Why not?” I asked confused.
“Because I don’t have a warrior face,” he admitted.
“Just try,” I told him. He did. His first came out half smiling. The second came out like some demented form of being angry. Tommy is not one to declare war. But because I knew that was the best he could do, I told him it was perfect and left.
The next day I brought my pictures to Shawn. She loved them and now our casting was complete, no matter how much trouble it took to finish.
The Boy+ Not Boy = It is the short story that wouldn’t go by itself so I will tell it here.
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We were walking back and forth….as usual, and I was telling Shawn that guys are so frustrating. There’s this guy in my Math class and some times he’s nice, good, whole and sometime he’s sick, and gross, and not good at all.
“I don’t understand it!” I told Shawn, “He’s, like, Bipolar or something! He’s just— he’s such a boy.”
“Yeah,” Shawn said, “He is a boy.”
“You know the kind of boys I like?” I asked her. “The kind that are not boys…well they’re still boys, but they’re….not.”
“They’re Its,” Shawn concluded.
“Yeah,” I said, “Okay, we like Its.” A couple of days later Shawn told me that our It was also an eighteen century boy. They are respectable and decent*. So now you understand the equation: Boy+ Not Boy= It (we love Its!).

























* The very first IT we discovered is Chris Mirror. He is both respectable and decent. He is, so far, the only one who has earned the title of It. He doesn’t know it, but congratulations Chris. Girls, who understand, all over the world applaud you. 