Hey popcorns 🍿
I want to make this story light-hearted and pleasant (it didn’t turn out that way 😂) seeming as yesterday’s which you can read right here was pretty heart breaking and sad 😔 I’d be super interested in continuing it as a novel though, happy ending or no happy ending 😂
Only 4 more stories to go after this! *pops some confetti* *takes out red velvet cake* 😂 It will be nice to A – not have to post every freakin’ day and B – to post some awards and general light-hearted reads 💖
I will be writing this in the form of journal entries, there will be 10 entires overall from when Dax (the protagonist) was 5 years old when he was 15 years old, think of it like extract from his journal 😊
If you’d like to see more info about this Writing Challenge or are interested in joining the fun then simply click here for more info and the list of prompts for each of the fifteen days of writing ✍️
15 Day Writing Challenge 2020: write a story about growing up
14th September 2003, aged 5 years old
Dex Dax, my friends call me Daxie because they say I fight like a girl. I don’t fwi fight like a girl.
They think it’s funny to steal my lunchies sometimes. Once they threw a yoghurt at me and laughed, so I did too.
too two hours trying to get it out of my hair, but it was woth worth it to make them laugh.
14th September 2004, aged 6 years old
I told my old friends to ‘grow up’ and stop being so immature. They were always calling me names and being mean, it
wosn’t wasn’t fair.
I have new friends. New friends who like me because of my likes and dislikes like beef burgers an fries. They are really cool.
I want to be
fwends friends with them forever.
Ps. They don’t call me Daxie either!
14th September 2005, aged 7 years old
I met a girl today she said that I was really pretty. I told her boys can’t be pretty and she slapped me. She’s mean.
But then she came over and gave me a hug to say sorry. Her name is Martha, she smells like berries. She smells nice.
My other friend Jake likes her too. I called dibs on her, she’s mine.
14th September 2006, aged 8 years old
Martha who smells like berries kissed me on the cheek today. But Jake said if I kiss her he won’t be my friend.
Mummy said that’s purple mail… or was it black mail? No she said
poorple purple mail.
I told Jake I didn’t want to be his friend anyway. Then I stuck my tongue out at him.
I walked into the playground to find him kissing Martha.
I was angry, but not because I liked Martha but because I didn’t want Jake to kiss anyone.
14th September 2007, aged 9 years old
I stopped being friends with Jake. I didn’t like him anyway, I didn’t, really, I didn’t.
I have no friends now, everyone thinks I’m weird because I eat alone. I have hay fever so I always have a runny nose. They call me Snotty now.
They shout at me in the corridors, laugh at me.
But it’s okay, I don’t mind the attention. I don’t mind it when they hide my bag and kick me and steal my pencil case.
I don’t mind. I don’t mind. I don’t mind.
Dax AKA Snotty
14th September 2008, aged 10 years old
I’m 10 now. It doesn’t feel any different.
I still get bullied, I understand what to call it now and people still call me names.
I try not to listen, chanting to myself that I don’t mind over and over until my heads spins with those three words. But I do mind, a lot.
I have feelings too, and it isn’t fair. I never did anything wrong in life. I didn’t beak mirrors, I never stood on the cracks in pavements.
So why is this happening to me?
14th September 2009, aged 11 years old
Today we had a massive talk in class about puberty and how it’s going to effect us. I think it sounds ridiculous.
I don’t want it to happen to me. It sounds horrible. Girls have it a lot worse, I kept telling myself.
I made a new friend today, his name is Cameron. He’s really nice and once he tried to hold my hand.
Maybe this is puberty. They said I might find people attractive but not boys.
It felt nice when Cameron held my hand, but I pulled away quickly. Ew!
14th September 2010, aged 12 years old
Today Cameron told me something really inspiring. He told me that I shouldn’t care what those assholes (HE SAID THAT! NOT ME!) think of me and that I was so much better than them anyway.
I need to stop let people’s opinions define me, and start being my own person and be proud.
So I kissed Cameron.
The Whole New Dax 🙂
14th September 2011, aged 13 years old
Today was amazing. Someone in the corridors called me a ‘sissy’ because I was holding hands with Cameron (yes, we are officially in a relationship) and Cameron walked over to them and punched them.
Straight into the nose, with a satisfying crack that followed. And he looked so hot while doing it.
He then walked over to me and engaged me in the most passionate kiss ever.
F***, I think I’m in love.
14th September 2012, aged 14 years old
Me and Cameron broke up a couple of days ago. A year and a half, just gone like that.
I haven’t left my room for days, without Cameron everything was dull.
I just felt empty inside.
14th September 2012, aged 15 years old
Life finally feels like it’s going back to normal again.
After losing Cameron it felt like I lost my world. I haven’t had a true taste of life yet, but there is so much MORE than Cameron and me.
I’m so different to the boy who cried himself to sleep because of the terror he’d have to suffer at school as a child.
I’ve grown up, and it’s been the craziest, epic-est adventure in the world. I wouldn’t change a single thing about it, because it’s made me who I am now, and that is what counts.
Moral of the story: growing up sucks, but I believe we can all get through this together! Okay I’m tired and irritated at WordPress because it’s so glitchy right now, so let’s conclude this post before I murder WordPress! 😡
Did you enjoy reading this story? Which story will you choose for me to make a novel? Do you think growing up is tough?
That’s a wrap 💗