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*i know I've written a bunch of stuff and never finished the series so this time i will finish this series.* I look at the cotton candy pink envelope in my hand. I didn't know what to do.
It's Sunday. Personally, I don't like Sundays because they remind you that you have school tomorrow.. I'm not a very big fan of school, but I'm a pretty good student.
I messed up in the past. I messed up big time. And now none likes be any more, the teasing, the picking fights, i just want it to stop.
Here's a short story I wrote a while ago. I hope you enjoy it. Although she looked it, she was not human. This was the idea that the one called Danforth conveyed to the citizens.
"I am not letting you drive ever again," I pressed my forehead with my hand as Alex led me through the hallways of an expensive looking hotel. Jennifer and Leo went ahead of us to the ballroom.
So pretty!" Leo said, when I stepped out of the basement. "You look like an angel yourself," I smiled as he hugged my waist. His hair was gelled back and he was neatly dressed with his suit.
They teased me Cut me in line everyday Whispered behind my back When they knew I would hear My backpack isn't on it's hook My sweaters on the top of the bookshelf Claim you didn't do it Let the...
Punch a few noses Silly Smee And the bully boys will let you be.
The bright sun drew me warily out of my sleep and down the stairs into the kitchen. It was Wednesday, and that left me with 2 days left of school.
(The follow words are not a story or a poem these are my As sociology notes.
(I have no idea why I'm saying this again, but this is not a story or a poem it is As sociological notes.
Bullies are simple to understand. Although there are many, they only have a few differences between them. Some are mean because they enjoy being causing others harm. It makes them feel strong.
Come on everyone, Come and see, Come and have a look, At me. There she is. The one your looking for, The girl who's, different, Misunderstood, But most of all, True to who she is.
Today at school the teachers introduced us to the new student jason clark blonde glossy hair, night sky blue eyes they twinkled when ever the light hit them,maybe under all that uniform is a year 11...
My time is my time, nobody else's. You know, sometimes I feel like I'm left in the dark about some things, but then again maybe it's for the best.
It's fine for you to hurt her, "She'll just punch us", they say, You don't get this girl at all, Though you see her every day. While you go around laughing About her clothes and hair.
[its the school disco and the girls and boys are genarly seperated through the middle with only edd and william standing close to the center of the room the camara focuses on them] Edd: i knew you...
Chapter 9 In Advisory, I sat at a table with Danny and started to doodle on a piece of paper. Mr. Coal was telling a boring story of some guy who discovered the north pole or something. "Is Mrs.
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Chapter 8 A few days later It happened. It was Thursday 10:45, we were in Advisory, Mr.
I didn't know how to react The first time a guy Paid for my coffee. 'I'll pay for both' he said Not thinking twice as he did so Watching my reaction as he did so. Then smiling to himself, happy.
I was ten, An innocent child, When was it really love. That bombarded my tile, He confidently asked: 'will you go out with me?' I said 'No.
Staying classy when you're drunk, It's so hard when eyesight's shrunk... When you are happy and then sad, Suddenly greatness, back to bad...
Is it yours, Is it here to rule. Or is it sanctuary, The safety of school. Is it reserved, For the better of us. It could be for the quieter, Selfless, no fuss.