After what happened the other day, I swear someone had taped a sign to back that said "Tickle Me, Please!"
I was tickled a total of three times the other day, all by different friends, and at different times.
The first time was pretty early in the day, great way to start off the day, right? I was shuffling out of my classroom with my friend Emma close behind. We were at the back of the herd, slowly moving forward, when I felt a few fingers on each side of my ribs poking around whilst Emma was chanting "C'mon, Let's Go, Move Faster." My breath hitched as I giggled and I jumped forward into someone, who I received an angry glare from. I quickly turned to face Emma who was smirking.
"Hey." I confronted her, putting on a stern face which quickly turned into an open-mouth grin as she clawed at my stomach. I backed up and she followed me, continuing to tickle my stomach. I was trying to contain my laughter while grabbing at her hands. I guess at some point we reached the door because she stopped tickling me, waved a quick goodbye while smirking with a gleam in her eye and went her own way.
Sometime later I headed towards my locker, in search of a book. I was putting in my combination meanwhile using my other hand to hold my hair behind my hair so I could actually see. Before managing to open my locker a felt a hand wrap around my lower right side and give it couple of squeezes. I shrieked, moving away from the hand and looking to my right in search of the culprit; only to be met with no one in sight and another hand in the same place on my left side where i just moved to get away from the tickling. Again, I whipped my head to the left, freely laughing now as the hand was not letting up its squeezing this time.
I was faced with my friend Paul, who quickly moved behind me, now poking his fingers right at the bottom of my shirt where it met my pants on both sides.
"What's so funny?" he teased me, not letting up. I was laughing my ass off at this point and was attempting to grab at his hands. He suddenly put his hands on my shoulders, turned me so I was face to face with his grinning face.
"Well, I gotta go! To bad you never got to tell me what was so funny!" He winked at me and went along his merry way, leaving me with still dying down laughter, pretty confused.
As my day was coming to a close, I was sitting next to my best friend Sharon just hanging out, exhausted from an unusually long day. We were sitting on a bench and I slouched so my bum was on the very edge of the bench, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I suddenly felt an extremely ticklish sensation on the front on my outstretched neck and I bolted upright as fast as I could. Moving so quickly caused me to slip off the bench landing harshly on the ground. Sharon was laughing at me and I was rubbing the ticklish itchiness from my neck. While I was attempting to make that itchy feeling go away I felt two hands on either side of my neck with wriggling fingers on my sensitive skin. I scrunched up my shoulders instantly with a squeak, which quickly changed to desperate giggles.
"Stopstopstopstop!" I yelped meanwhile giggling madly. Sharon stopped soon after and I was once again left with the itchy feeling i tried to get rid of.
FIN!
Reading it over I realize how little dialogue is actually in it.
Do you guys mind that? Would you prefer more dialogue or does it not matter to you? Because I can easily write my future endeavors with more dialogue!
Let me know!
I was tickled a total of three times the other day, all by different friends, and at different times.
The first time was pretty early in the day, great way to start off the day, right? I was shuffling out of my classroom with my friend Emma close behind. We were at the back of the herd, slowly moving forward, when I felt a few fingers on each side of my ribs poking around whilst Emma was chanting "C'mon, Let's Go, Move Faster." My breath hitched as I giggled and I jumped forward into someone, who I received an angry glare from. I quickly turned to face Emma who was smirking.
"Hey." I confronted her, putting on a stern face which quickly turned into an open-mouth grin as she clawed at my stomach. I backed up and she followed me, continuing to tickle my stomach. I was trying to contain my laughter while grabbing at her hands. I guess at some point we reached the door because she stopped tickling me, waved a quick goodbye while smirking with a gleam in her eye and went her own way.
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Sometime later I headed towards my locker, in search of a book. I was putting in my combination meanwhile using my other hand to hold my hair behind my hair so I could actually see. Before managing to open my locker a felt a hand wrap around my lower right side and give it couple of squeezes. I shrieked, moving away from the hand and looking to my right in search of the culprit; only to be met with no one in sight and another hand in the same place on my left side where i just moved to get away from the tickling. Again, I whipped my head to the left, freely laughing now as the hand was not letting up its squeezing this time.
I was faced with my friend Paul, who quickly moved behind me, now poking his fingers right at the bottom of my shirt where it met my pants on both sides.
"What's so funny?" he teased me, not letting up. I was laughing my ass off at this point and was attempting to grab at his hands. He suddenly put his hands on my shoulders, turned me so I was face to face with his grinning face.
"Well, I gotta go! To bad you never got to tell me what was so funny!" He winked at me and went along his merry way, leaving me with still dying down laughter, pretty confused.
__________
As my day was coming to a close, I was sitting next to my best friend Sharon just hanging out, exhausted from an unusually long day. We were sitting on a bench and I slouched so my bum was on the very edge of the bench, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I suddenly felt an extremely ticklish sensation on the front on my outstretched neck and I bolted upright as fast as I could. Moving so quickly caused me to slip off the bench landing harshly on the ground. Sharon was laughing at me and I was rubbing the ticklish itchiness from my neck. While I was attempting to make that itchy feeling go away I felt two hands on either side of my neck with wriggling fingers on my sensitive skin. I scrunched up my shoulders instantly with a squeak, which quickly changed to desperate giggles.
"Stopstopstopstop!" I yelped meanwhile giggling madly. Sharon stopped soon after and I was once again left with the itchy feeling i tried to get rid of.
__________
FIN!
Reading it over I realize how little dialogue is actually in it.
Do you guys mind that? Would you prefer more dialogue or does it not matter to you? Because I can easily write my future endeavors with more dialogue!
Let me know!
