Post by Molly MacDonald on Aug 18, 2015 15:33:31 GMT -5
Arthur Read had been feeling strange around his friend Francine lately. He found himself staring at her, and coukdn't look her in the eye. When they passed in the halls, he had butterflies in his stomach. His soccer skills were fading too.
"Arthur, are you feeling okay?" Francine asked one sunny afternoon as the kicked a ball in the park.
"Yeah, why wouldn't be?" Arthur asked defensively. Francine rolled her eyes.
"Arthur, I'm under the impression that I'm not the goalpost, unless you're trying to kick it into the goal without looking," She said sarcastically. Arthur flushed and pushed his glasses up his sweaty nose.
"You know, I have some homework I should get done. See ya!" He dashed off. Francine watched him as he ran away with a confused expression. "What's up with him?" She murmured.
"Arthur, are you feeling okay?" Francine asked one sunny afternoon as the kicked a ball in the park.
"Yeah, why wouldn't be?" Arthur asked defensively. Francine rolled her eyes.
"Arthur, I'm under the impression that I'm not the goalpost, unless you're trying to kick it into the goal without looking," She said sarcastically. Arthur flushed and pushed his glasses up his sweaty nose.
"You know, I have some homework I should get done. See ya!" He dashed off. Francine watched him as he ran away with a confused expression. "What's up with him?" She murmured.
