Here is my very short story: (I wrote it a while back) Gianna White And The Claiming Quest GIANNA WHITE IS NOT A SISSY! Gianna White was getting annoyed. Nobody had picked her yet for kickball. It didn’t make sense. Everybody at school knew that Gianna was the best kickball player. But, since she wasn’t getting picked Gianna figured that some people did not want to admit that she was. At one point she thought: I am starting to doubt my skills, as Darren -a kid with a broken arm- got picked before her. This continued. All the kids with broken body parts( which was surprisingly a lot) got picked before her. Soon, Gianna was the only kid left. “Who wants the loser who acts like a scaredy-cat?” Captain number one had asked, looking at Gianna. Even though the insult was aimed at Gianna, she couldn’t help herself. “You mean a sissy?” “Is that what I was describing?” Gianna nodded, hoping she wouldn’t regret it. “ Don’t you know that I’m the best kickball player at this school?” Gianna didn’t care if anybody said no. It was obvious that Gianna was the best. Hadn’t the other kids noticed that her kick percentage was 99.9% of the time? “ Maybe at your old school,” replied a scrawny 4th grader. “ Remember, you just moved here.” Gianna blushed. How could she have forgotten that she was in a new school? Then, she remembered. She wanted to forget about her father’s fiance that made Gianna move out of her hometown. The town where Gianna’s mom was legendary. The town that her mother had lived in. The town where Gianna had friends. Stop that, Gianna told herself, Mourning won’t do anything. So? Her brain seemed to want to get into an argument with her. Don’t you like mourning? You like to watch people mourn in movies and you like people mourning in Percy Jackson. Shut up, brain, Gianna (mentally) said. Surprisingly, her brain shut up as if it had more important matters to attend to. Only then did Gianna realize that she had been quiet way too long. She blushed again and then she changed her expression to a scowl. “ How do you know when I came to this school?” Gianna sounded super mean and annoyed - probably not a good thing when she was trying to get picked on a team. Quickly, the 4th grader backed away into the crowd - a crowd of only boys. That was why Gianna wasn't getting picked. Gianna was the only girl in the group. Even though she hated to admit it Gianna understood why nobody chose her. Boys were stupid, they didn’t want the super-powerful beings (AKA girls) on their tea- Gianna’s thoughts were interrupted. “ Everybody knows that today is your second day of school,” said Captain two. Gianna opened her mouth to ask how everybody knew that, but Captain one gave her the look that clearly said don’t say anything, so Gianna didn’t. Thankfully, Captain two understood what Gianna was about to ask. “ When you had your . . . response to your teacher, Mrs.VanCarthy.” Gianna remembered that. On Gianna’s first day of her new school (AKA yesterday) her teacher had asked who Gianna was. Instead of answering Gianna White, Gianna had answered with “Your worst nightmare” and when her teacher asked what she meant Gianna had shrugged and told Mrs.VanCarthy that she had been expelled from seven schools. Looking at it later, Gianna regretted sounding mysterious and spooky. Also, she was sure that some kids had laughed and they knew Gianna was lying. Like seriously, only Percy Jackson was expelled from seven different schools and everyone knew that Percy Jackson was (sadly) fake. Gianna realized that she’d been quiet for way too long. She scowled and asked, “Who’s going to pick me?” Again? Gianna thought I’m sounding really mean. Who’s going to pick a mean person? Either Gianna wasn’t very intimidating or the boys starting to chant “Waste Of Recess” made Captain one decide to choose her. Gianna decided it was because of the second, but she couldn’t be sure. “ We’ll take the sissy,” said Captain one and his team.
“I’m not a sissy,” Gianna shot back, she was starting to regret ever insulting herself. “ We can always send you back and yes you are a sissy.” “ You don’t even know me!” Captain one looked at Gianna, made one sign, and pointed back to the “I need a team” area. Gianna decided that she needed to shut up if she wanted to play kickball. The boys started to chant again. Gianna wanted to cover her ears, but that would make her look weak. “Let’s start,” said Gianna, trying not to sound excited. “Yeah!” The boys chorused. Gianna learned, kickball at her new school is much different than kickball at her old school. For one, only boys played at her new school. For two, at Gianna’s old school everyone wanted to be on Gianna’s team, here people acted like being on Gianna’s team was a sin. Thirdly, at Gianna’s old school Gianna was the first kicker, but at her new school Gianna had to be last in line, so she could watch the “pros.” It was horrible. Although she would never admit it aloud, the boys were good. Gianna hadn’t seen anybody miss a kick so far. She was starting to believe they never would. Finally, it was Gianna’s turn. It took so long Gianna started to think about how she was close to reading a nonfiction book. And that was just a horrible thought. “ You can do this, sissy pants,” cried someone from the crowd. Gianna wanted to yell at the person that she was not a sissy pant. Only she couldn’t because the ball was thrown at her. No, Gianna thought, not just a ball, a cannonball.
