He’s Being a Dork! The Daniel Story
Okay, so here’s the deal.
Daniel and I have been friends since 4th grade (see 1st entry; it was in 4th grade). We always went around at recesses and made up these sci-fi games, sort of a cross between Back to the Future, Quantum Leap, and Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure/Bogus Journey. We always had fun, too. Then, in 5th grade, he had leukemia (cancer) and I only saw him occasionally throughout the year. When 6th grade rolled around, he was back 2 school. However, he didn’t want to play sci-fi:BTTFQLBATEA/BJ anymore. He always wanted to play dodgeball. I don’t know where this obsession with dodgeball came from, but it’s what happened. In the middle of 6th grade, I moved, and I lost track of the guy. We never did keep track of each other through Ben, although I tried once.
In 8th grade I moved back to that school (although I didn’t change houses) and Daniel, of course, was still going there. He was pretty much the same guy, except he was a much more sportsy guy (I’m not really a sportsy guy.), with his forte being wrestling. He also was in chorus. We stayed friends that year, and most of 9th also where we made this coll video tape called “Jurassic Pork.” It was pretty nifty, until the middle of the 3rd quarter.
We were in the middle of a project that was quarter-long, Daniel and I, and another person named Billy Grant, whom I had met at the beginning of the year and had become my other best friend. It was an entrepreneurship project, and we were selling 3d random dot stereo images. We called ourselves the Magic Guyz™. The problem was, Billy and I were doing all the work while Daniel kept saying that his mother had to buy posters and stuff (he was the advertising guy). We never got the posters.
That, however, wasn’t all. We did the school play during the 3rd 1/4. I was in it, and so were Daniel and Billy. The play went along fine, but in one scene, Daniel’s character kissed a person named Annalee’s character. Annalee was a typical 8th grader: dancing, clique of friends, kind of an airhead. Daniel was twitterpated. He wanted to do everything with this girl. When we did a unit on Latin America, Daniel and I corresponded our make-believe travel journals (the story was make-believe, not the journal.) TWO days before they’re due, Daniel comes up to me and says, “Oh, by the way, Annalee’s with us too.” He spends half his day talking to her and her friends, which he considers his friends, too. They probably like him, too, because after that school play, he decided to play the ladies’ man, which isn’t too bad, if you can get it right. He can’t. Oh, he charms the ladies, but with the expense of a few other things.
4th quarter our English teacher assigns us to do a project involving Shakespeare. Naturally, Daniel, Billy, and I start a project together. The idea was for Daniel to write a parody, Billy to build sets, and me to do camera work. Then we’d act out Daniels’ parody on Billy’s sets while I taped it. The teacher gives us four weeks to work on this. Two weeks into the project, Billy and I are nervously waiting for Daniel to finish the script. He comes up to us and says, “Hey, guys. I’m almost done with the first scene, but can Annalee join?”
We would’ve told him off right there, but Billy and I both hate confrontations. So, we postponed it until Wednesday, when we died.
(P.S. I really didn’t die. That was just for sympathy.)