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Chapter 15 "This week all the advisories are going to work on P4P skits. Your Advisories will explain more." The principle said and we walked to our advisory's room. "Mr. Coal.
Chapter 14 The next day I hoped on the bus and say next to Ashely. "Hey Jake, how was your weekend?" Ashely asked. "Good, I got a paper boy's bag." I and showed her my bag. "Cool!" Ashely said.
Chapter 8 A few days later It happened. It was Thursday 10:45, we were in Advisory, Mr.
Characters: Gary - 12 year old boy Henry - Gary's friend Lucy - 12 year old girl in Gary's class Ms. Thompson - Gary's teacher Ms. David - Gary's mum Mr.
Everyone says I'm Quiet But what they don't know Is that I am listening to school go by Like its my favorite show. I know all the names,of my lovely 8th grade peers.
I rocked on my feet, me and dad were in the hospital waiting room to see mom. The infection didn't seem that bad, until she collapsed after being cleared by doctors 3 weeks ago.
Chapter 1 Ring. Ring. The jarring sound of the alarm clock woke me.
"Jessie!" I snapped forward and nodded reluctantly, about what I had no idea. "Well?"asked Devon harshly obviously angry I had dozed off.
Hey guys here is the first chapter of "my life". Please like and repost if you want me to Carry on. Not out of being selfish but just if you actually want to read it. Chapter 1: I am Kit Orange.
"I don't know Where I'm going But I sure know Where I've been Hanging on the promises And the songs of yesterday And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time Here I go again Here I go...
Long story made short. When I was 10, (last year) I always hung out with these three boys. David, Ethan, and Aaron. It was kind of annoying, because one girl asked if I liked one of them.
I was super excited and took a seat, I was so happy that my Social Studies switched seats. David was sitting next to me now. I pushed my stuff onto the floor, except my warm-up sheet and book.
The fourth bell rings at last. I jump out of my chair and rush over to my locker. I put in the combination and cram all my books into it. Why do we need so many books?.
WARNING: this is me venting,i need to vent some one and none of my friends are available and are tired of hearing about the particular subject because they think I should just get over it and don't...
This story starts in seventh grade. It might be a mushy love story, so be warned. First thing is that I have a dog. Now, you may be like " Big deal!" but she's the one who brought this together.
*Max's Point Of View* (I thought it might be fun to do one chapter in his point of view after 6 of Violet's for a bit of a change up.
I'm your typical early-teen girl. I'm 13, just starting 8th grade at the same school as last year and the year before that. Just a normal middle school, nothing special. I lead a pretty normal life.
have you ever had a guy come up to you, hug you and converse with you for a while, then right when he's about to go, he leans in and whispers in your ear, "I love you.".
It's been a week since I last talked to Susan or Julie. Julie hasn't been on the bus but I've seen her in school. I wonder why.
I live in New York. Or at least I did. Mom got a new job in California which might as well be on the other side of the globe. It's hot, it's boring and the nearest amusement park is 100 miles away.
I enter the school steadily. Life was never the same since bullies came to the school. You get a wedgie, an atomic one or any other one. Pranks. Oh they are great at it. Amazing.
*^There was a rage of jealousy so I got my things and got out of there!^* In my morning lessons, all I could do was sit and twirl my pigtails around my finger.
Everyday counts. I have just about 34 more days to enjoy it, my life as a 6th grader. When I was little I dreamed of moving on to college,work, and all those opportunities.
"Listen, Jo," Miles said, Staring into my baby blue eyes. He looked worried and upset, like some one had died. Our fingers were loosely linked.