Touch Football

I've just started playing Soap Opera Sunday, and I am very excited. Creative writing is one of my more strong points in writing, so I my story is going to be fictional (Well, not totally fictional). I am going to steal Luisa's idea and write it in sections. This is my story called "Touch Football".




This is one of my favorite stories to tell. It is a story of love at first sight, a favorite among all my audiences. The main characters in this timeless tale are a young boy and a young girl. About thirteen, they both were outisders in their communities and groups of friends. Both very outspoken and standard-oriented, they were not accepted as easily as others seemed to be. Chase, the boy of whom I speak, loved music. He also loved sports, mind games, and was exceptionally bright. He loved to sing, write songs, and dance. The latter of his talents never gained him any respect. Although a phenomenal performer, his peers never ceased to tease and jeer him about his dancing. He tried to hide it, conceal his extraordinary gift to prevent himself from commiting social suicide. He wasn't a bad person. He still played football, flirted with girls, nothing irregular from all the rest of the boys his age. But for some reason, no one could stop from making his life as miserable of possible. This is why when his father announced the move to America, he was only too eager to accept the new chapter of his life.

Melissa, too was different from the rest of her New York state of mind companions. She adored all of her close friends, but was never quite on the same page as the rest of them. She was born on a Texas ranch, but naturalized in California. She always had this idea that even though she never spent more than 13 months in the Lone Star state, she felt like she belonged in Texas. She belonged where all the girls got up early and did hard, back-breaking work. Where she could come home from school, let her hair down and go ride a horse till dark. California was relatively the same, but she was always so afraid that if she ever were to leave and go somewhere new, she would need to start from scratch, introducing herself in a new way and trying to become a completely different person. So when her father told her she was moving, Melissa just about exploded with fury. This wasn't her idea of fun, moving to a new place with new people to please. New York was going to be harsh.

So now our story can truly begin...