Skater girl

Skater girl -Thats what they all call her- have had a crush on this one guy for eternity. And now only cause he doesn't seem to notice her pathetic ass, she's going out with the hottest guy in town. A guy who every girl is drooling after and couldn't be more wrong for her, also, he's blackmailing her. But she have to date him, how else would she win her crush's love and if she don't, her date will tell her secret for anyone to hear. And she wouldn't want that.

... The song in the video is the one I thought of when I made this Movella, hope you'll like it! :) ...


3. Oops..

It's not like I wanted to run late. Even though it's a kind of habit for me. Of some reason (My sister) I always get late on date nights. Don't get me wrong. It's not like I have hundrets of them, but it do happend. Every now and then, that a guy asks me out. So what can I do except go with him, no one turns down free food. Which I kinda do anyway, I wont date anybody. When one of those rare occasions appear that I'm saying yes I'm always late. All because of my sister. And she's the one accusing me for ruining Her life. What about mine?

Houses and parking lots are flashing for my sight as I run to the fanciest resturant in town. When I only have a few blocks left my pace slow down. I wouldn't want to arrive all sweaty. Why am I doing this again? All this feels a little bit too extreme to but up with only for one guy. Even though it's a super hot guy who wont even look at me. No, I'm not talking about the guy I'm going to meet now. He's already looked at me to much already. The guy I'm talking about is Wes. Wes is the Super-hot-playing-hard-to-get kind of guy. So now I'm going out with this other guy because... Well, so wes wont think I'm longing for him all my awake time, and maybe -just maybe- he will get a little bit jealous. But then again, he have never showed his interest in me so maybe he's just not that into me.

Come on! Happy face! This will go just fine. And he will get jealous. Thats why I need my date to like me, so he might tell everyone we're together and Wes will get jealous.

Wait a minute... What's his name? I can't remember his name! I'm going on a date with a guy I don't know the name of. This is horrible! So embarrassing, I can't just ask him. Everyone knows his name. I bet he'll say it when we meet... oh I'm so screwed. I'm already late and now I don't know the guys name.

An old lady just walking through a shop door smiles at me

"Good day!" She calls to me. Do I know her? I try to smile back at her. Well well, this day can't get worse now. Only better. Rise from the bottom, up in the air. I can do this. Maybe it is a good day after all. I mean, the sun is shining, birds are tweeting, I'm going on a date with a guy every girl in this town would kill for going out with. Well, I'm positive I would never kill for him. What more can go wrong?

At this point I really wish I hadn't asked my self that. What more can go wrong? Well, for starters a dog suddently runs out of the store the old lady walked out from, jumps in front of me and strikes me to the ground. Then, when I stand up I notice my new (never worn) jeans are all ragged by my knees and I'm bleeding. The bleeding part is not the worst, my jeans is. Usually I like my jeans being ragged but maybe not when I'm going on a date with a guy I can't remember the name of. Stupid me! The owner of the dog join us out on the street when he yells at the dog. I know when I belive nothing more can go wrong it usually does. Who's the dumb-ass-school-skipper now? Except I'm not skipping school.

That old lady who greeded me before plod her self to me.

"Are you okey?" Her wrinkly eyes focusing on my one knee. "Come on up, I'll help clean that out for you" I stand up brushing some dirt of by pants. The blood are streaming from my one knee.

"No it's okey, but thank you anyw...

"No no, don't be silly. Follow me to my store, it's right behind this corner. We'll clean you up a little bit" What can I say? I can't come to a date late, not knowing the guys name and covered in my own blood. That just wont work. So I go with the old lady to her store.

Who would have guessed. She own a knitting store. How does this place pay out for it self? Or for her rent. I has a few shelfs filled with different balls of yarns and a few self-knitted sweaters. Thats just about it. It's summer, who would wear a sweater now? But I don't mind, I just follow her into a little bathroom in the back where I clean up my wound. With no blood on my knees I see how destroyed my jeans are. So I borrow a scissord and cut them of right over the knees. After thanking the old lady I run the last bit to the resturant. My date is waiting for me outside. He has blond hair and blue eyes. Therefor a real Annie type. to bad I'm not one of those Annie-similar-dolls who are always chasing him around. Like my sister (even though she no Annie type). I can't see why. According to me he have a way to wide jaw and his eyes look kinda mean. Like he's planning some evil masterplan while I'm talking to him. Thats just scary. Good then I wont have to put up with him for so long. Only till Wes realizes it's me he wants and not one of those brats who are always hanging beside the skatepark. They're always so jealous at me, only because I get to hang out with the guys and not them. The park have a strikt Skaters only policy. I wonder how long it takes before he realizes it's me he wants. Not to long I hope, I might turn crazy dating a Annie-doll type.

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