ShatteredWings
July 7th, 2008, 06:16 PM
this is fictional, based on my imagination
Helloooo!
I’m a girl, 14, and, oh yea, I’m a freak xDD just an fyi for y’alls
…actually, I think I wont babble and get to the story neyhnyhy
Anyways, here’s my story:
Couple days ago, I was at school [yes genious I show up, and do perty well]. Whatever right? Well my teachers seem to like me a lot for some reason. I’m serious, my englihs teacher ADORES me. Wtf?. Well anyway, after class she called me over – me being me I’m scared outta me head – and askes me why I’m not doing school paper. My reaction: ????. I don’t want 2first off, second I have enough to do with the roboics , third, brothers, need I say more?
Anywayz, she still pesters until I insist on leaving for this thing called –wait for it – lunch!!!
Okay, lunch was a way to get out of the room. Its not like I enjoy eating in the same room as like 200 peoples…its creepy. But, since I said I was going to, I’ll eat today. Fine. To bad my bestie Kays don’t have the same lunch as me (she has second lunch I have third). :( shes like the only person Im confertable with.
Ohwell.
Rest of the day is boring-smoring. Well not totally. I managed to make my robot work, finaly. Yay!
Hm, well later, after dinner (which yes, I ate so haha you), I have swimteam. Almost everynight. Haha, its actually fun. I get to attack water and see if I can pass the older girls…yeah, they don’t like me much. Cause I’m in highschool, but won’t do HSswimteam. Hell no! I have enough to do w/o having to swim 3-7:30 daily. Not my thing. And school is important too ya know. Whatever, I don’t care much.as has been said I’m a freak anyway
So when I get home, then my outfit is commented on. …mom, you’ve seen it already, and now, now you comment?? Yesss…I’m wearing a tanktop over a long sleved shirt. So?
Okay, enough story-telling, this is weird. Cya
And my english teacher claims i'm an orginzed writer.
This has been through NO edits
Helloooo!
I’m a girl, 14, and, oh yea, I’m a freak xDD just an fyi for y’alls
…actually, I think I wont babble and get to the story neyhnyhy
Anyways, here’s my story:
Couple days ago, I was at school [yes genious I show up, and do perty well]. Whatever right? Well my teachers seem to like me a lot for some reason. I’m serious, my englihs teacher ADORES me. Wtf?. Well anyway, after class she called me over – me being me I’m scared outta me head – and askes me why I’m not doing school paper. My reaction: ????. I don’t want 2first off, second I have enough to do with the roboics , third, brothers, need I say more?
Anywayz, she still pesters until I insist on leaving for this thing called –wait for it – lunch!!!
Okay, lunch was a way to get out of the room. Its not like I enjoy eating in the same room as like 200 peoples…its creepy. But, since I said I was going to, I’ll eat today. Fine. To bad my bestie Kays don’t have the same lunch as me (she has second lunch I have third). :( shes like the only person Im confertable with.
Ohwell.
Rest of the day is boring-smoring. Well not totally. I managed to make my robot work, finaly. Yay!
Hm, well later, after dinner (which yes, I ate so haha you), I have swimteam. Almost everynight. Haha, its actually fun. I get to attack water and see if I can pass the older girls…yeah, they don’t like me much. Cause I’m in highschool, but won’t do HSswimteam. Hell no! I have enough to do w/o having to swim 3-7:30 daily. Not my thing. And school is important too ya know. Whatever, I don’t care much.as has been said I’m a freak anyway
So when I get home, then my outfit is commented on. …mom, you’ve seen it already, and now, now you comment?? Yesss…I’m wearing a tanktop over a long sleved shirt. So?
Okay, enough story-telling, this is weird. Cya
And my english teacher claims i'm an orginzed writer.
This has been through NO edits