Lance and Bob
By J.S.
Lance got home from school. He was bored, so he called Bob.
“Hi Bob, Can you play?” said Lance. He was watching television as he talked.
Bob stuttered in to the phone, “Uh, no…..I have ballet.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” answered Lance. He was shocked.
“Uh, gotta go,” said Bob and he hung up.
Lance was getting tired of this. Bob was never around to play any more. They used to play Play Station 2, basketball, board games, and tag together every day after school.
Lance was still on his butt watching TV when his mom walked in. “Where’s Bob? I haven’t seen him in awhile.”
“He has ballet,” muttered Lance in a soft voice.
“What? Bob’s taking ballet class?” Lance’s mother said, laughing. “People will make fun of him. He better be careful.”
“Who cares?” said Lance. But inside he was worrying about Bob too. What if the kids at school found out?
“I guess you’re right,” Mom said as she walked ot the kitchen, like she didn’t care.
Lance walked upstairs to his room. He was trying to think of something to do. He didn’t feel like listening to music. He was bored with all of his computer games.
Lance called Bob once more. “Are you sure you can’t play?” Lance asked again.
“Yes, I’m sure. I have ballet,” answered Bob.
“What? That’s for sissies.”
Bob said, “Look, Lance. I like ballet, but people will still call me a sissy at school if they find out, so please don’t tell anyone.” Then Bob hung up.
On Saturday, Lance called Bob early in the morning.
“Yo! Can you play today, Bob?”
“No, I have ballet now.”
“You have ballet a lot.”
“Yeah, I do,” answered Bob. “And I’m late, I have to go.”
When Lance hung up the phone, he walked over to Bob’s ballet practice and looked through a window. He was shocked to see that Bob was not the only boy there. In fact, there were five other boys dancing with Bob and some other girls.
“This looks kind of fun,” said Lance as he kept watching. So Lance ran home and asked his mom if he could take ballet.
“Are you sure?” People will make fun of you.”
“How do you know?” answered Lance. “There were a lot of boys at Bob’s ballet practice.
Bob and Lance were at ballet class the next day.
Isn’t this fun?” asked Bob, as he walked over to the barre.
“Dude, I should have joined this years ago,” answered Lance.
Bob and Lance gave each other a high five. The next day, they had ballet again. After ballet they played at Lance’s house.
“Another day of good ballet practice.”
“I know. It was awesome.”
On Thursday, Lance and Bob met at their lockers. They had to get their books before their first class started.
A sixth grader walked over to them. “You guys are sissy dumb butts. You take ballet.”
“How does he know we take ballet?” whispered Lance to Bob.
Bob stepped toward the sixth grader. He said in a loud voice, “Yeah we take ballet. So do a bunch of other kids in this school. Do you have a problem with that?”
Mr. Jackson, their teacher, walked up. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing at all,” answered the sixth grader.
“There IS a problem,” added Lance. “He’s hassling us because we take ballet.”
“Mr. Jackson said, “Maybe you need to go to detention?”
The sixth grader answered, “No, I’m sorry. I won’t say it again.”
“Get to class!” Mr. Jackson said. The sixth grader walked quickly away.
Mr. Jackson turned to Bob and Lance. “I took ballet when I was about your age,” he told them. “It was fun. Why don’t you tell the class about it?”
Lance and Bob looked at each other. “Sh…sh…sure,” Bob said, in an unsteady voice. They walked into class and told their classmates about their ballet practice. Everyone asked questions about it. They all wanted to take ballet too. Lance and Bob were shocked, but happy.
By J.S.
Lance got home from school. He was bored, so he called Bob.
“Hi Bob, Can you play?” said Lance. He was watching television as he talked.
Bob stuttered in to the phone, “Uh, no…..I have ballet.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” answered Lance. He was shocked.
“Uh, gotta go,” said Bob and he hung up.
Lance was getting tired of this. Bob was never around to play any more. They used to play Play Station 2, basketball, board games, and tag together every day after school.
Lance was still on his butt watching TV when his mom walked in. “Where’s Bob? I haven’t seen him in awhile.”
“He has ballet,” muttered Lance in a soft voice.
“What? Bob’s taking ballet class?” Lance’s mother said, laughing. “People will make fun of him. He better be careful.”
“Who cares?” said Lance. But inside he was worrying about Bob too. What if the kids at school found out?
“I guess you’re right,” Mom said as she walked ot the kitchen, like she didn’t care.
Lance walked upstairs to his room. He was trying to think of something to do. He didn’t feel like listening to music. He was bored with all of his computer games.
Lance called Bob once more. “Are you sure you can’t play?” Lance asked again.
“Yes, I’m sure. I have ballet,” answered Bob.
“What? That’s for sissies.”
Bob said, “Look, Lance. I like ballet, but people will still call me a sissy at school if they find out, so please don’t tell anyone.” Then Bob hung up.
On Saturday, Lance called Bob early in the morning.
“Yo! Can you play today, Bob?”
“No, I have ballet now.”
“You have ballet a lot.”
“Yeah, I do,” answered Bob. “And I’m late, I have to go.”
When Lance hung up the phone, he walked over to Bob’s ballet practice and looked through a window. He was shocked to see that Bob was not the only boy there. In fact, there were five other boys dancing with Bob and some other girls.
“This looks kind of fun,” said Lance as he kept watching. So Lance ran home and asked his mom if he could take ballet.
“Are you sure?” People will make fun of you.”
“How do you know?” answered Lance. “There were a lot of boys at Bob’s ballet practice.
Bob and Lance were at ballet class the next day.
Isn’t this fun?” asked Bob, as he walked over to the barre.
“Dude, I should have joined this years ago,” answered Lance.
Bob and Lance gave each other a high five. The next day, they had ballet again. After ballet they played at Lance’s house.
“Another day of good ballet practice.”
“I know. It was awesome.”
On Thursday, Lance and Bob met at their lockers. They had to get their books before their first class started.
A sixth grader walked over to them. “You guys are sissy dumb butts. You take ballet.”
“How does he know we take ballet?” whispered Lance to Bob.
Bob stepped toward the sixth grader. He said in a loud voice, “Yeah we take ballet. So do a bunch of other kids in this school. Do you have a problem with that?”
Mr. Jackson, their teacher, walked up. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing at all,” answered the sixth grader.
“There IS a problem,” added Lance. “He’s hassling us because we take ballet.”
“Mr. Jackson said, “Maybe you need to go to detention?”
The sixth grader answered, “No, I’m sorry. I won’t say it again.”
“Get to class!” Mr. Jackson said. The sixth grader walked quickly away.
Mr. Jackson turned to Bob and Lance. “I took ballet when I was about your age,” he told them. “It was fun. Why don’t you tell the class about it?”
Lance and Bob looked at each other. “Sh…sh…sure,” Bob said, in an unsteady voice. They walked into class and told their classmates about their ballet practice. Everyone asked questions about it. They all wanted to take ballet too. Lance and Bob were shocked, but happy.