working on a third and possible 4th draft

         It was a quite day along the hallways of Silicon Valley High School. The hallways we're empty with the except of Sochio. Nothing seemed to be taking place He stood against the wall. Waited as he done many time before for McKinsey Elered. She was late and in his boredom. He decided to start counting the seconds. 2,15,11,5,11,5,14,8,5,18,20. When he saw her. She was a sight for sore eyes.In her small baby blue laced bikini. Which was peppered seductively with little blue dots along the curve of her bikini top. The top tightly squeezed her breast up.Giving a more than adequate view of her fair skinned breast.While the rest of the bikini pressed along the space of her legs. “Wow” called Sochio. “You like responded” a flirtatious Mckinsley. “It's my picture of me. I'll be dressing like this the whole week.” "Really?”  called a less than curious Sochio. As he watched to his even greater suprise. Mckinsley Lora walk into the same classroom. Where just yesterday she had been the girl entering first grade with him. In her blond pony tales and glasses. Mckinsey had changed. Yet he had never scene her every change like this before before and it just didn't seem right.

        McKensey Lora was met by the gaze of a million of  boys.Who packed all around her including the rich Tom Carlyle.Tom Carlyle was the rich aristo brat of the bunch Who had a reputation for being a little Casanova. He made his way past the wave of rushing boys posting comments onto McKinsley Lora 's body, and gave her a comment of is own. "Yes" she shouted."Yes, even though I've only known you for a second." In the Meantime Socio day dreamed Why in the world was Mckensey Lora doing to this to her self? Nothing about her actions made any sense. 

        He had entered deeper into his day. When he was awaken by the spontaneous urge to all of a sudden poke him“Chase what are you doing.” “Poking you” “Yeah so stop.” “Why?” “Because I said so.” “Dude whats wrong with you?” “Nothing its just. I don't see what pleasure you get out of poking” “I don't know but everyone else is being poked.” “Yeah well.” Just stop Chase” replied Sochio.Sochio grabbed his books together and walked out just as the bell was about to ring.

       After leaving Chase. Sochio  made his way through the end of the school day, and out to the enterence of the school parking lot.Where he ran into Mckinsey Lora's. Who was proclaimed her relationship to Tom Carlyle to the whole class. Were she stood leaned up against Tom. Who repaid the favor in kind. By pressing his arms up underneath her bra.Feeling her soft skin. Where he smoothed his feel of McKinseys breast with a few small movements of his fingers going back and forth.His intension where clearly shown."Hey Sochio called out McKinsey as he reached for his bike. "Guess what?" "what?" "I'm dating Tom." "Awesome" replied Sochio in a less than happy voice. "Aren't you happy for me Sochio?" "No not realy" "Well when are you than" inquired Mckinsey. Sochio who was about to leave the school. When he turned around and placed his arm on Mckinsey's shoulder. He looked at her with her soft eyes and for a little while. She was the little girl who he couldn't get enough of. But this was wasn't her.
      It was another girl which made him ask "Do you think those people care about you anymore than me?” “ Did they know you when before you became this ? When you walked to school yesterday, in blond pony tails and glasses? When you and I spent long nights studying in my place for chemistry. When we knew we would get an A.” asked Sochio "I've changed Sochio, and so have they.” “Yeah and at what cost? At what point will you stop and realize that his isn't real? When you get poked to death? When you start getting told to be friend requested by random strangers? When your best way of talking to someone is posting a comment on there page? Or how about when you tell someone to leave you alone and your best way of telling them to leave me alone is by telling your being blocked? Maybe I forgot that people were pages, And life was about what you said on 1 dimensional surface of face.” Sochio reaches for Mc'kinsey's arm to draw her closer. But she's un responsive. She looks at the wall. In glazed eyes. She in shock, but she doesn't care. She follows her boyfriend as he lead her into his supped up black and tail red red Camero.“S that's it, this is where you leave.”called Sochio “I guess...I guess I grew up.” “She did calls replied” her boyfriend as he worked his keys into the car ignition.It' makes a loud roar. Which startles even Tom. He looks up at the sky and catches a salty rain drop on the tip of his tongue. The crowds don't follow close behind. He calls to Mckensey "baby lets go." When she enters his car  he acelerates.Causing McKinsey's bra top to fall off right into Sochio's darkened face. 

Short story for English class draft number 2

 It was a quite day along the hallways of Silicon Valley High School.The bell had just rang and with the exception of Sochio . The hallways had been empty with nothing short of, the voices in Sochio brain going over his weekend plans to himself. He walked over to room 101 and waited as he done many time before for Mc'Kinsey Elered. She was late and in his boredom. He looked at his watch and started counting the seconds. 2,15,11,5,11,5,14,8,5,18,20.When he heard a hello from behind him. (It was Mckinsey Elereds voice.) He turned and was startled to find a bikini clad McKinsey. Leaning seductively with her hands on her bare legs in a small baby blue laced bikini. It was peppered seductively with little blue dots along the curve of her bikini top. Where it tightly squeezed her breast with the rest of her body.Making her breast look more velompuise with the rest of her body.Where it tightly pressed along the space between her legs. She was a sight for sore eyes. “Wow” called Sochio. “You like responded” a flirtatious Mckinsley. “It's my picture of me. I'll be dressing like this the whole week.” "Really” called Sochio. In a less than curious tone. As he watched to his even greater suprise. Mckinsley Lora walk into the same classroom; where just yesterday she had been the girl entering first grade with him. In her blond pony tales and glasses with snap on shoes. Mckinsey was a women now. Yet he had never scene her every change like this, and before he could tell her something was wrong. 

        She was greeting by crowded group of boys with post its and pen in there hands.He squirmed past the rows of screaming boys all trying to post a comment McKinsley Lora 's body. “Why in the world is she doing this to her self?” whispered the voice in Sochio's head.Telling him that something was wrong.

The voice in Sochio's head shouted for some normalcy. In what had already started out as a weird mess of a day. But if normalcy was what Sochio wanted. Than he was bound to find that nothing about his day would be normal. He questioned the reality of this being real to himself while daydreaming in Mr. Zuckerbergs class. But was awakened back to life by the pokes of Chase.

“Chase what are you doing.” “Poking you” “Yeah so stop.” “Why?” “Because I said so.” “Dude whats wrong with you?” “Nothing its just. I don't see what pleasure you get out of poking” “I don't know but tell that to Mc kinesly Lora and everyone else who is being poked.” “Yeah well.” As he looked around Sochio couldnt help but notice the great number of kids who were being poked and doing so in return. Just stop Chase” replied Sochio. Sochio grabbed his books together and walked out just as the bell was about to ring.

After leaving Chase for his next class. Sochio endured a day of non stop poking from various students who passed him in the whole way. It was the kind of annoying poke sensation you get when your with a five year old who wont stop poking you, over and over and over again. 

          Yet nothing could beat Mckinsey Lora's proud proclaimed of her relationship to Tom Carlyle.She hadn't known Tom Cartyle long. But she didn't need to.Tom Cartyle was a rich aristo brat. Who dressed with a sartorialistic swag. Which added to his Casanova type personality and coy smile. Nothing seemed to signal his false charm of intensions than the way Tom seemed to hold Mckinsey Lora. She stood leaned up against Tom. Who repaid the favor in kind. By pressing his arms up underneath her bra.Feeling her soft skin. Where he smoothed his feel of McKinseys breast with a few small movements of his fingers going back and forth.She   wasn't at first going to let him do this to her. But after feeling the smoothness of the first few touches. Gave in to the force by which he drew his fingers into her. She lead Tom up and down the hallways. Where she ran into a leaving Sochio. "Hey Sochio guess what?" "what?" "I'm dating Tom." "Awesome" replied Sochio in a less than happy voice. "Aren't you happy for me Sochio?" "No not realy" "Well when are you than" inquired Mckinsey. Sochio who was about to leave the school turned around and placed his arm on Mckinsey's shoulder. Where he asked.“You don't know him. Yet you like him. And whats with him friend requesting you. Like half the school has friend requested me. What did I miss that no one told me about today.”“Nothing Sochio, I guess you just didn't figure how it works.” “Well, than explain it to me” “You wouldn't understand.” “So than tell me what you can So I can understand.” “That people basicly request you and you can say yes or no. That it's, nothing to it” “Why did you say yes to Tom?” “How does this have anything to do with you not understanding how to friend request people? “It has everything to go with this. Look at you!” “Your friend requesting people. People you don't know. Your getting poked by people who care little for you. People who wrote. I'll do that any day and who dates you because you come to school in a bikini. "Do you think those people care about you anymore than me?” “ Did they know you when before you became this ? When you walked to school yesterday, in blond pony tails and glasses? When you and I spent long nights studying in my place for chemistry. When we knew we would get an A.” asked Sochio "I've changed Sochio, and so have they.” “Yeah and at what cost? At what point will you stop and realize that his isn't real? When you get poked to death? When you start getting told to be friend requested by random strangers? When your best way of talking way of talking to someone is posting a sticky onto them? Or how about when you tell someone to leave you alone and your best way of telling them to leave me alone is by telling your being blocked?” Sochio reaches for Mc'kinsey's arm to draw her closer. But she's un responsive. She looks at the wall in glaced eyes. When her boy friend appears. “Hey McKinsey, Hello Sochio.” “So that's it, this is where you leave.” “I guess I grew up.” “She did calls replied” her boyfriend has he tugs her bikini. Where he leads her outside to his car. After hitting the igninition.He presses down on the gas peddle.Where he acelerates the car. Making McKinseys top fall of right into the face of a sadened Sochio. 

1st draft of story

Short story for English class

Faceeybuk Netvook gently caressed her sons head. Whispering as she tried to wake him for school. “Sochio, Sochio. It's time to get up. You got school today.” Sochio could feel his mothers words race along the hairs of his ears and into his brain. Where it warmed him out of sleep and called out .That he should to get up. He moved his arms slowly down the cotton stitches of his pillow. Pushing him self slowly off the pillow and onto the cold air that bathed his room. “Sochio if u dont get up.” called his mother as she cracked the door open. Revealing an bucket of ice cold water waiting to be poured on him. Should he resist of course her calls to wake up. “I'm up” He called back. To a startled Mss. Netvook who watched as her son changed. Turning over his mound of clothes which scattered his dirty room. While he reached for his old set of Levis and pair of converse shoes. He clocked out his room at 7:15 and into the hallways of Silicon High School.

There were many classes in Silicon High school. Yet despite having an array of classes. There was only one class that everyone seemed to want to take. Therefore it was of no surprise to Sochio when he walked into the Anthropology classroom and found that it was filled with students. The teacher Mr. Zuckerburg sat in the front writing on a board on how cultures should be willing to be more open about themselves. Sochio sat a chair behind a smaller blond male who had a shirt which said WTF. He barely glanced over when Sochio walked past him into the chair. He just glanced at him and than after writing something fast on the paper. Turned over to Sochio and said. “Hey my name is Peter. Can I friend request you.” “Sure.” said a less than eager Sochio. Who turned back to his notebook and opened it to the next chapter on Anthropology. “Hey Sochio” called the brunette sitting across from Sochio. “Can I friend request you.” I guess responded a tired Sochio. He turned back to his book and looked at the page. The class had already started and he wanted to catch up. He glanced over at the starting paragraph. When “hey Sochio”broke his attention. Ok, he thought to himself as he turned to find the voice. “Its me called Erma remember.” “I don't know you or where this voice is coming from” responded Sochio in his most lightest voice. Sochio returned back to glancing at his book when the words. “Sochio can I friend you came out again.” It was from a voice in the back of the room, and it kept repeating itself. He ignored it. Except it wouldn't go away. Sochio ignored the voice the best he could. But the noise from the voice was annoying. “Mr Zuckerberg” “Yes Sochio.” “Can you please tell who ever is calling out my name to shut up. I cant concentrate to what your saying.” “Why sochio.I could never do that. It would be to mean. It would mock the principles of this class.” “But Sir the noise. I want to concentrate, please.” “No, is the answer I mean did even friend request these folks, yesss than I cant do anything.” “But sir” “If I hear one more word.” Sochio was in shock. Here I am he thought to himself. A freshmen in this place and all people keep doing is friend this and friend that. There killing me. I'm done. I'm putting this book away and sleeping in this class. Sochio had taken the text book from off his desk and had no sooner placed his head on the desk. When hey sochio, hey sochio, hey sochio, hey sochio. It drove him up the walls. Which was further heightened by Peter new desire to all of a sudden start poking him. “Leave me alone” whimpered Sochio to Peter. “But Peter you added me as a friend.” “Yeah I said your my friend but it didn't mean you poking me.” Well someone is not being open are we.” blurted out Mr. Zuckerberg as he passed out worksheets down the rows. Than that's it. “I'm going to Principle Moors.” “suite yourself.”

Sochio stormed out of the classroom. Stomping his way along the corridor’s that pressed the small school to were principle Moore office stood. Sochio had never really been to principles Moors office. Other than maybe on the first day of school. When his mom and him had stopped by Principles Moors office to introduce him to the principle. The office shouldn't have changed much thought Sochio. Yet as he got closer to it. He found that the office had gone a complete role around. It was a mess. The door was splintering apart. Which was further enhanced by the darkness which seemed to fill the inside of the room. “Mr.Moor.” Sochio called out. “Are you there?” “Yeah I'm here Sochio what do you need.” “I cant see you though its so dark in there.” “I know it is. I made it like that. What the issue?” “A personal one.” “Than speak boy, speak.” It was weird thought Sochio speaking to a dark voice in the room. But if he gone this far he might as well speak he thought to himself. He explained to Mr. Moor about how certain kids had friend requested him and were poking him. “They wont leave me alone.” concluded Sochio. “Well Sochio.” responded Principle Moor. “I would recommend that you go on medication. You obviously aren't showing sociable behavior.” “But sir.” “No I'm calling your mother. I think it would be best that your reconisder how you treat people in this school. For now I'm putting a restriction on who you can talk to.” “You can't do that. This isn't your life.” “I mean do you even do anything here. No one even knows what you do here. But better yet I quit coming here.” Sochio walks out of the room and out past the school doors into the cold. He walks and walks and walks. He calls his mom and tells her what happened. When she says to him. “I'm sorry son about your day in school. Hey son would like to friend request me.” “No, I'm going home.” “But son bye,mom I'm going on facebook.”