SAD
When I was ten years old and i was playing b-ball and i broke my foot so we waited till the volgende day,my grama tok me cuz my mom and dad had to work,so we went and got the cast.
Then my grama&me went to a store it was right volgende to wal-mart and we walked around then i had to go to the bath room,the store had no bath room,so i told my grama and she still had to pay for her stuff so she zei just go,so i walked in my bran-new crutches never used them before.
when i walked in the store i tripped on the stupid wal-mart rugg,i could not get up and i new my grama was not going to be here for like ever,it hurt really bad and i kept trying to get up,Here iam a little ten jaar old crying, tripped on her way in and people JUST WALKED on door like no one was there,i was still crying when a really tiny old lady,i mean small,came over to me and helped me up and she asked if i was ok and every thing i zei ya but can u beleave the only one who helped me was a lady who looked like she was going to fall down with me.
I never fell again in my crutches!!thank goodness!!
Funny
Ok when i was 7 year's old my papa(grandpa)had a field of cars and there was tons me and my cuz would go in look inside them, sometimes in are bare feet and thats not good in a field of cars where glass has broke and lots of little things So...
One dag my 14 jaar old aunt was babysitting and me and my cuz went out side and played race's in the cars and messed around mudd fights then as we were walking to the house we where wearing no shoes and i stepped on a big piece of glass i screamed so loud my aunt came running out telling"what's wrong,whats wrong?"
i fell back when i stepped on the glass so i just lifted up my foot and when i seen blood running down it i screamed even louder she ran to the house and got the 'TP and eend tape'
so it would stop the bleeding she carried me to the house and laid me on the divan, bank and i fell asleep....
Later i felt some one touching my foot cutting the eend tape off and then my mom and dad seen it and my dad zei "oh,thats not bad" then i sat up and it opened and my dad gaged,it started to bleed again(it was a inch deep and an inch up and down)so thay took me in (i was a small little girl)and when we got to the hosptil they gave me nothing to stop the hurting just went strait to stich's i was crying and yelling
my mom and dad could not hold me down and then they got meer nurse's to help...so i got 8 people holding me down including the doc. AND i still got my foot loose and kicked the doc. in the mouth!!lol
i was a very small and strong 7 jaar old kid!!when we got out my dad laughed!!
lol,i love this story!!!(me and my cuz were sad becuz for a week we could not go into the field)
hoped u like my story's!!
When I was ten years old and i was playing b-ball and i broke my foot so we waited till the volgende day,my grama tok me cuz my mom and dad had to work,so we went and got the cast.
Then my grama&me went to a store it was right volgende to wal-mart and we walked around then i had to go to the bath room,the store had no bath room,so i told my grama and she still had to pay for her stuff so she zei just go,so i walked in my bran-new crutches never used them before.
when i walked in the store i tripped on the stupid wal-mart rugg,i could not get up and i new my grama was not going to be here for like ever,it hurt really bad and i kept trying to get up,Here iam a little ten jaar old crying, tripped on her way in and people JUST WALKED on door like no one was there,i was still crying when a really tiny old lady,i mean small,came over to me and helped me up and she asked if i was ok and every thing i zei ya but can u beleave the only one who helped me was a lady who looked like she was going to fall down with me.
I never fell again in my crutches!!thank goodness!!
Funny
Ok when i was 7 year's old my papa(grandpa)had a field of cars and there was tons me and my cuz would go in look inside them, sometimes in are bare feet and thats not good in a field of cars where glass has broke and lots of little things So...
One dag my 14 jaar old aunt was babysitting and me and my cuz went out side and played race's in the cars and messed around mudd fights then as we were walking to the house we where wearing no shoes and i stepped on a big piece of glass i screamed so loud my aunt came running out telling"what's wrong,whats wrong?"
i fell back when i stepped on the glass so i just lifted up my foot and when i seen blood running down it i screamed even louder she ran to the house and got the 'TP and eend tape'
so it would stop the bleeding she carried me to the house and laid me on the divan, bank and i fell asleep....
Later i felt some one touching my foot cutting the eend tape off and then my mom and dad seen it and my dad zei "oh,thats not bad" then i sat up and it opened and my dad gaged,it started to bleed again(it was a inch deep and an inch up and down)so thay took me in (i was a small little girl)and when we got to the hosptil they gave me nothing to stop the hurting just went strait to stich's i was crying and yelling
my mom and dad could not hold me down and then they got meer nurse's to help...so i got 8 people holding me down including the doc. AND i still got my foot loose and kicked the doc. in the mouth!!lol
i was a very small and strong 7 jaar old kid!!when we got out my dad laughed!!
lol,i love this story!!!(me and my cuz were sad becuz for a week we could not go into the field)
hoped u like my story's!!
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good dag sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my boeken to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good dag sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my boeken to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve jaar old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and gitaar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that u could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story of movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, of feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as u probably know. Imaginary vrienden can be anything u want them to be. An animal, a creature u made up, a monster, of just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary vrienden that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that u could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story of movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, of feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as u probably know. Imaginary vrienden can be anything u want them to be. An animal, a creature u made up, a monster, of just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary vrienden that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the volgende day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue overhemd, shirt that zei "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she zei "Oh! I didn't give u a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
