Sunday, August 1, 2010

Part Three

So this is part three, Its probably the worst of the lot so far and actually took quite a while to write, though i'm not sure why. The football i'm talking about in this part is rugby league, just incase you were wondering.

The whistle blew across the playing field, signalling the end of practice. Oliver picked the football up and made his way over to his friends who were already waiting for the coach to speak.
"Alright guys, you did well today. Keep up the good work and i'll see you all in a couple of days"
The coach turned and walked away and the boys started heading off in their different directions. Oliver had made it a few steps towards his car when he got a football to the back of the head. The boys laughed as Oliver turned around.
"I'll give you a 5 second headstart"
The boys laughed again as Matt began running across the field. He had made it almost halfway along the field before Oliver turned to Tom.
"Do you think I should chase him?"
"Nahh," replied Tom ,"He'll come back eventually"
Oliver and Tom laughed and started walking towards their cars.
"You're coming to my shindig on the weekend right?" asked Tom.
"I dont know if i'll be able to," said Oliver ,"I'm pretty sure we're getting a big assignment for physics. So i'll probably have to do that."
"Does that mean you'll be spending more time with that idiot? i dont know why you're even nice to him."
"I assume you mean Alex?"
"yeah, tall cunt. Acts all higher than thou because he thinks he's smarter than us. And lets not forget my arm."
"A couple of things," said Oliver, "One, he's a nice guy. Two, he didnt break you arm. You broke your arm because you're such a stupid bastard. Three, I cant remember what i was ging to say."
Tom laughed.
"Well i'm still blaming him for breaking my arm."
"Alright," said Oliver, "You do that."
Oliver and Tom had walked all the way to their cars. Tom said goodbye before getting in his car and leaving. Oliver unlocked his old red mini and grabbed his bag off the passenger seat. He pulled off his sweaty shirt and pulled on a clean tshirt. It was tight and showed off his pecs. Oliver looked around for people before slipping his football shorts off. He pulled on a clean pair of shorts before anyone saw him in his underwear. Oliver chucked his sweaty clothes in the bag on the passenger seat before getting in his car and leaving.


  1. umm i dont know how this moved the sotry forward but ill go with it...cause your the author and i kinda have to see where you take it...hehe i am in for the long haul and trust me if i like something i read it all i just finished a 659 page book and read the index something i never do i sound like a huge dork..yum lol well Love<~Peter~>

    p.s.hope to see more soon

  2. Just found your blog. I'm caught up with the story now and looking forward to more. You are a good writer.

  3. omg its been so long and i am so waiting for the next part hurry lol Love<~Peter~>


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