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It’s a bright sunny day, the 15 year old James Turley was standing at a bus stop crowded with children, the stop was clean and as green as a country paddock after a flood (simile) in the school holidays, but now his enemies, the ‘other’ school children had destroyed it with mars bar wrappers and McDonalds packets. He stood there his red hair glistening in the sun, he was much shorter then all the other kids. The thing James hated most of all was his weight problem and the fact that he had pimples all over his face, maybe that is why he had no friends. The lime green decrepit bus stopped right in front of James, and naturally he stood there waiting as all the other children pushed past him and jostled him out of their way. “James has the ball, he’s past one, no three, my god people he’s dodged the whole state football club, by himself,” the announcer was so excited to even be in the same field as James. James was running down the field with full grown men running after him, as he made the final goal, the crowd cheered like animals. James took off his shirt and revealed his pulsating abdomen, his stomach looked as if he had 3 inch chunks of metal placed in it, his pecks were bulging and shiny, they were no match for the giant trophy being brought across the field to him now. He stood completely still showing off his body as the announcer pointed to the near part of James’ audience. ‘We Love You James’ in big red letters was in place of his crowd, each one of his fans were holding up one piece of a shrine to James, by themselves they meant nothing, but together it showed their love for their hero James Turley. “ We Love you James, I just want you to know what an honor it is to be here talking to you,” the announcer was almost crying, his fat bald head was red and sweating, he didn’t make sweating look nearly as good as James did. “Well, Dave, it was really about my 4-52 in the last quarter, without that, I couldn’t have pulled off that 3-67 without failing my 2-22, it all comes down to…” James was interrupted by a hard pat on the back from an admiring team mate. “Hurry up James, get on the bus you retard,” a tall, brown haired boy named Fred said, as if to the whole bus.
Approximate Word count = 1601
Approximate Pages = 6.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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