lj115+Difficult+Choices

"Activity Appall"

It was a difficult choice to make. It was the first day of school and I stared blankly at the teacher thinking about what after school activity I was going to do. I absolutely loved to write, and I thought newspaper club would be the right choice for me. But, Sally Rascin, my best and only friend, wanted to start field hockey. I, Izzy Narlone, was stuck between the activity I love and my best friend.

The bell rang and Sally came up to me and said," Are you still doing Newspaper club or will you finally do something athletic, like field hockey?"

"I don't know. Why can't I do both activities?", I confusedly asked.

" They are on the same day, duh! And, why do you even do Newspaper Club? It's filled with a bunch of ingenues boys?"

I responded, " I've got to go. Mr. Esprinsod hates when we are late." I ran off to class thinking why would she care what activity I did. Then again, this year at a new school in eighth grade, we did not have any classes together. In science class, a note was slid across the evenly lined desk, while Mr. Esprinsod was blabbing on about the periodic table of elements. I mumbled as I read the note saying, " Dear Izzy, Sally told me to give you this note. She hopes you change your mind about not doing field hockey. From, Rachel ( Sally)."

"Ugh!", I thought to myself. I can't believe she still wants me to do field hockey. The bell rang and I didn't even make an effort to make it to lunch on time. Mr. Esprinsod came up to me and asked, " What's wrong Izzy?"

I responded, " Nothing really. I just am upset because I want to do one activity, but my friend wants to do another."

" Well, chose what you think is right deep inside of you."

" I guess. Thanks Mr. Esprinsod."

" No problem."

" Well, I got to go. Bye!"

Mr. Esprinsod smiled back and said, " See you later."

I went off to my usual lunch spot, the peanut free table. I always sit there even though I do not have any food allergies. I guess I like it because here I can be alone and not care about anything. I was probably half asleep when the bell rang, and I suddenly blurted out, " I have to go sign up for newspaper club!"

At the end of the day, I solemnly walked to Newspaper club. As I sat there, I heard a squeaky voice saying, " is it to late to join?"

" No, there is always room for more." , said Mrs. Patwell.

It was Sally! She sat in the chair next to me and we both immediately apologized, together our words sounded like jumble. We both laughed so hard, we could not even take a break to breathe. All the boys started to surround us like bees surrounding there hive. Sally and I looked at each other and new what each of us were thinking. Together, we said, " Field Hockey it is?" and ran off before it was to late to try out.

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