I have finished the bits of teh story and now I am adding in the pieces in between; teh bits that lead up to the main parts.

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Marissa Lochworthy punched at the wall with all her might, forcing a poster to stick. She yelped in pain.
???Are you okay???? I asked, but she ignored me and hurried to the sick room down the hall.
The poster showed the upcoming star award. A huge picture of Dale Watson stretched across the paper. I turned away from the paper and sighed. Just get over him, I told myself.
The bell rang and I hurried towards my class. As usual, I sat at the back away from everyone. All the girls tried to sit next to Dale as he was the most popular boy in the entire school. Even though this annoyed me terribly, it was amusing at the same time. Everyone also wanted to sit next to Faye Parfait, captain of the netball team and held the title of ???Most Popular Girl???.
Everyone had taken their seats, some huffing because they were the furthest away from the ???cool??? group. The teacher walked in and started the lesson.
Mrs Talk was the English teacher and certainly lived up to her name. Every lesson she talked on and on about her favourite authors or anything to do with English. She???d always have something to talk about, most of the time continuing on from her last lecture. This lesson we were given a lecture on punctuation.
The time ticked by and no one really paid any attention. Faye whispered to Dale. Dale looked like he???d rather be listening to Mrs Talk???s lecture.
Finally class ended and we were dismissed. Students rushed out of their classes and ran outside. The cool, spring air hung around after the door had been closed. I opened my locker and grabbed my lunch. Ham, cheese and cucumber sandwich. Great.
I headed outside, the oval occupied by the soccer team and the netball courts out of bounds to those other than the netball team. Mrs Hooper, the netball coach, ordered the girls around, swapping their positions and taking some off and putting more on. Faye flicked her hair behind her shoulders and skipped to her team-mate whom she was against this practise.
The soccer team had been divided into two groups and played against each other in a scratch match. Dale followed the captain???s instructions, taking the ball and passing off to Stephan Williams and running forward to take the ball again.
I sighed. As much as I avo