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Big, big help to genyva.
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Finding somewhere to park in Eleanor High School is like looking for a nail in a haystack. I saw one I would have to hurry to get there, my 2000 Nissan Altima was squeaking the whole way, it liked to go fast, not the speed and who am I to disagree with hat the car want. I was there, but naturally the Chevy covet beat me there. Is sighed slamming my head into the steering wheel, stupid Sarah Colons.
Sarah was one of those people u saw at school and hated with every fiber of your being because she seemed inhumanly perfect. Her hair was brown and perfectly curly, she had an itty-bitty waist that people starve themselves for. Her eyes were a deep hazel color and her damn teeth had always been straight. She was about five feet eight inches tall but she had long legs that looked great in anything.
I was her opposite. I had straight honey brown hair and I couldn’t eat everything I wanted. I could only eat like a normal person. I was five feet five inches so I was reasonably shorter than her and unlike her my teeth hadn’t always been straight. I wore braces for two years and I still have to wear a retainer at night. I did have meer curves than her though, that I was thankful for.
She threw a smug smile in my direction, as she beeped her shiny blue sports car. I sigh one little tap that’s all I wanted. The klok, bell ran. Great I'm late.
I parked Across the street.I've gone here since i was a freshmen.But that was a jaar ago. The start of a new year. I managed to keep all my vrienden over the summer.
I was officaly a sophmore. I darted out of my car. A near miss from a car on the road.
I dodged 2 cars and ran to school before i could be too late.
I ran to room 128 My first class.
English with Mrs. Jackson.
I took a deep breath and opend the door to find everyone looking at me.
"Late Miss Parker?"
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson." I mumbled.
"I hope your not late again Miss Parker. Your zitplaats, stoel is over there door Mr. Marden."
I tooked over to see him. Sitting in the back. Alone. With one open zitplaats, stoel volgende to him. He has longish sandy blonde hair. He has a light complected but has a tan. He looked up towards the sound of his name. I also noticed his jade green eyes. He smiled, and moved his boeken to one side of the desk. Slowly and cautiously I walked up the aisle to take my zitplaats, stoel door him.
I took out my schedule to memorize it.
Frist period English.
seconde period Biology
Third period Sex Education
Fourth period Band
Fith period Physical Education
Sixth period World History
Seventh period Trigonometry.
I sat down with a sigh. This wasn’t looking like a great day. This is my 3rd dag and I still suck with boys. I got boobs over the summer and they still don’t look at me. I looked to the front of the class. Every one was writing something, great I missed the assignment too. I turned and asked him “What are we doing?” in a soft mummer. Not wanting to get in trouble for a seconde time.
He smiled big I saw a Dimple in his Left cheek, I blushed slightly, he was defiantly cute I could say that much. “Autobiographies” he whispered tuning back to his blank paper.
Bios my favoriete I thought sarcastically. This was the one thing I hated about school. I was the outcast no matter what. Especially here in Memphis. Every one had either a perfect life of a Horrible ruined life. I was in the middle.
I stated my paper with my birth name. Alison Emma— after my grandmother— Parker. Then my family, I was adopted; Lynne couldn’t have kids s she adopted me when I was 2. She doesn’t like talking about how of who my parents were. Robert worked at a law firm that brought home pagina tons of money but who needs money. I didn’t like sports, I don’t really listen to music, I don’t have time for TV I stay cooped up in my room all dag reading.
boeken I could go on forever. It was my veilig harbor. To read about people Life. I could read Gossip Girl if I had the erg to hear about the Manhattan Elite, of I would Read Twilight Saga, hope for a love story like Bella Swan. I'm no book, no happy ending, I just live. I could live for something meer if I had something to protect.
A small buzzer went off on Ms. Jackson’s deck sighing something I don’t even know.
“Swap your papers,” she said, hidden underneath her Exquisite magazine.
I sighed had 3 paragraphed done. The boy setting door me had 2 I felt slightly better. I looked his over quickly.
Then murmured to him using his name “Jason what do we have to do?”
He rose an eyebrow, “Read it, then proof it, then critic it.” He shrugged then looked away.
Ok I looked at it again.
My name is Jason Lee Marden JR I have an older brother in college and a baby sister in 2nd grade. My parents are Tracy and Jason Marden and that’s really all I have to say about them. My older brother is playing football for Tennessee universiteit and I go to all the games.
I place baseball and basketball. I like to run. I played track all middle school and I early want to be an Athlete. I like rock and heavy metal. I think Megan vos, fox is hot and I ready hate English.
I giggled at his last commentaar then wrote in my delicate handwriting.
Explain how these sports make u feel. Make it long door adding what teams u want to play for I'm sorry u don’t like English. Then I sat up, looking to see what he thought of mine.
Big, big help to genyva.
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Finding somewhere to park in Eleanor High School is like looking for a nail in a haystack. I saw one I would have to hurry to get there, my 2000 Nissan Altima was squeaking the whole way, it liked to go fast, not the speed and who am I to disagree with hat the car want. I was there, but naturally the Chevy covet beat me there. Is sighed slamming my head into the steering wheel, stupid Sarah Colons.
Sarah was one of those people u saw at school and hated with every fiber of your being because she seemed inhumanly perfect. Her hair was brown and perfectly curly, she had an itty-bitty waist that people starve themselves for. Her eyes were a deep hazel color and her damn teeth had always been straight. She was about five feet eight inches tall but she had long legs that looked great in anything.
I was her opposite. I had straight honey brown hair and I couldn’t eat everything I wanted. I could only eat like a normal person. I was five feet five inches so I was reasonably shorter than her and unlike her my teeth hadn’t always been straight. I wore braces for two years and I still have to wear a retainer at night. I did have meer curves than her though, that I was thankful for.
She threw a smug smile in my direction, as she beeped her shiny blue sports car. I sigh one little tap that’s all I wanted. The klok, bell ran. Great I'm late.
I parked Across the street.I've gone here since i was a freshmen.But that was a jaar ago. The start of a new year. I managed to keep all my vrienden over the summer.
I was officaly a sophmore. I darted out of my car. A near miss from a car on the road.
I dodged 2 cars and ran to school before i could be too late.
I ran to room 128 My first class.
English with Mrs. Jackson.
I took a deep breath and opend the door to find everyone looking at me.
"Late Miss Parker?"
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson." I mumbled.
"I hope your not late again Miss Parker. Your zitplaats, stoel is over there door Mr. Marden."
I tooked over to see him. Sitting in the back. Alone. With one open zitplaats, stoel volgende to him. He has longish sandy blonde hair. He has a light complected but has a tan. He looked up towards the sound of his name. I also noticed his jade green eyes. He smiled, and moved his boeken to one side of the desk. Slowly and cautiously I walked up the aisle to take my zitplaats, stoel door him.
I took out my schedule to memorize it.
Frist period English.
seconde period Biology
Third period Sex Education
Fourth period Band
Fith period Physical Education
Sixth period World History
Seventh period Trigonometry.
I sat down with a sigh. This wasn’t looking like a great day. This is my 3rd dag and I still suck with boys. I got boobs over the summer and they still don’t look at me. I looked to the front of the class. Every one was writing something, great I missed the assignment too. I turned and asked him “What are we doing?” in a soft mummer. Not wanting to get in trouble for a seconde time.
He smiled big I saw a Dimple in his Left cheek, I blushed slightly, he was defiantly cute I could say that much. “Autobiographies” he whispered tuning back to his blank paper.
Bios my favoriete I thought sarcastically. This was the one thing I hated about school. I was the outcast no matter what. Especially here in Memphis. Every one had either a perfect life of a Horrible ruined life. I was in the middle.
I stated my paper with my birth name. Alison Emma— after my grandmother— Parker. Then my family, I was adopted; Lynne couldn’t have kids s she adopted me when I was 2. She doesn’t like talking about how of who my parents were. Robert worked at a law firm that brought home pagina tons of money but who needs money. I didn’t like sports, I don’t really listen to music, I don’t have time for TV I stay cooped up in my room all dag reading.
boeken I could go on forever. It was my veilig harbor. To read about people Life. I could read Gossip Girl if I had the erg to hear about the Manhattan Elite, of I would Read Twilight Saga, hope for a love story like Bella Swan. I'm no book, no happy ending, I just live. I could live for something meer if I had something to protect.
A small buzzer went off on Ms. Jackson’s deck sighing something I don’t even know.
“Swap your papers,” she said, hidden underneath her Exquisite magazine.
I sighed had 3 paragraphed done. The boy setting door me had 2 I felt slightly better. I looked his over quickly.
Then murmured to him using his name “Jason what do we have to do?”
He rose an eyebrow, “Read it, then proof it, then critic it.” He shrugged then looked away.
Ok I looked at it again.
My name is Jason Lee Marden JR I have an older brother in college and a baby sister in 2nd grade. My parents are Tracy and Jason Marden and that’s really all I have to say about them. My older brother is playing football for Tennessee universiteit and I go to all the games.
I place baseball and basketball. I like to run. I played track all middle school and I early want to be an Athlete. I like rock and heavy metal. I think Megan vos, fox is hot and I ready hate English.
I giggled at his last commentaar then wrote in my delicate handwriting.
Explain how these sports make u feel. Make it long door adding what teams u want to play for I'm sorry u don’t like English. Then I sat up, looking to see what he thought of mine.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If u don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
u and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My vrienden had to like u a lot
and u felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
u think you're mr. I'm so cool
but u used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people u love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made u feel much better.
But the fight we had,
u zei was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell u gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
u and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My vrienden had to like u a lot
and u felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
u think you're mr. I'm so cool
but u used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people u love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made u feel much better.
But the fight we had,
u zei was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell u gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the bureau in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did u leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the bureau in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did u leave?"