Fencing: Day 1

It really sucks when you have a stomach ache, and a small boy is jabbing at your stomach with a sword. Yup.
Just got back! It was really fun. The instructor, El, is really nice. We're a class of three: me, and two little boys. Like, seven. Trying not to be embarrassed.
My mom was right: El IS really young! Like, fifteen to seventeen, I'd say. Actually, a lot of how he taught us reminded me of my own job at my riding academy. I mentioned something about that to him. He said that that was cool. But not in a bored, sarcastic way.
We learned how to stand while fencing, and advance, retreat, extend, lunge, and parry four. It was a lot of fun.
I'm pretty tired now. Won't talk much.
El was probably over six feet, with 2.5-ish inch long dark sandy blond hair. He's pretty nice, though I didn't get to talk to him much. At the end, he asked me how I liked it. I replied that I loved it.
It was really funny (though predictable) when we were holding a lunge for a while, and I was kinda just hanging out, while the two boys were falling over. Hee. El said that his class decided to see how long they could hold a lunge, and got bored after ten minutes. Oh, and he's been fencing for five years. I'm all, like, dang...
Right. Katy and Lily came over yesterday. Katy called Alex, and Lily called Garrett, and I tried to call Eliot, but he wouldn't pick up. They tried to teach me to cook. I burnt the butter when the pan was off. Dx I fail. The elementary group and Eliot got a kick out of it when I told them, though. Meh.
Remember Vikram? He's the one who called me dirty names after I kicked him after he kicked my flute. Well, before PE, he sent his brother ("A", if you recall from the last post) with a message for me: that he was sorry and he'd like to call a truce. I sent A back to say that it was fine, and I was sorry as well. After PE, he came up to me and confirmed that I had gotten the message, and I confirmed that he got mine. We shook hands, and left. Haha.
Not much happened today. In school, anyways. Well, except PE.
Oh, and before band, when we were waiting for the door to be unlocked, I hugged Kristin, and Sean was there. Kristin said something like, "Haha, Sean doesn't get a hug." So I went over and hugged him. To my surprise, he hugged me back. Nice to not constantly be fighting, eh?
Right then. PE.
Alex fount a piece of plastic. Oh, dear...
He was skating around with it under his shoe.
I was sitting with my knees up on my number. Eliot came out and said my knees looked worse. "Really?" I asked, taking a moment to examine them.
I held my hands out, and asked, "Help me up?" He did. We went over to Alex and Danny, and Eliot threatened to take Alex's plastic away. Then Alex spun around on it. Of course, Eliot had to try this. Then Danny. They proceeded to attempt to do ballet for the next five or so minutes, occasionally getting an, "Epic fail!" from me. xD Lily's new thing. It rubbed off on me.
While someone else was taking a turn, Eliot walked closer to me. I still sat on the bench/edge of planter...thing.
"Aren't you freezing?" I asked, shivering. He was in shorts and a t-shirt. As always.
"Yeah," he replied. "But my arms are really warm."
I held my own arms out. "Come here," I told him. "I want a hug."
He hugged me, bending down. "Wow, you are cold," he said. He sat down next to me, keeping his arms tightly around me. I hugged him back.
In that minute, the whole world felt...right.
But I was suddenly all too aware of the people around. I pulled slightly away, regretting it as I did so.
He kept one arm around me, tightly holding me to him, as if to say, "She's mine." I leaned my head on his shoulder, wishing that that moment would never end. My shivering slowly receded.
We stayed like that for a few minutes as we watched Danny jump from the ground, over a trash can, and onto the bench/edge of planter...thing. Eliot suggested putting him in the trash can, and we got into a whole discussion of rolling down hills in tires and trash cans. Funfun. Someone said how you could use a trash can like a potato sack in a sack race.
Then Danny told Eliot to try that. He got up, leaving me to miss him, a few feet away, and lean against the pole again. Eliot hopped six or so steps, then got out.
The trash can was empty, by the way.
In English, we were partnering up and writing scripts on part of the Iliad. Lisa and I decided to be partners. Neither of us had read this part. Crap.
We spent the entire period wondering what to write. We have to finish it at home. SO glad there wasn't enough time in class for everyone to go. Haha.
Can't stop thinking about Eliot. Glad my fencing instructor goes by El.

Love,
Faye