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10th grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine.
It's hard to mark an exact beginning. I suppose it is best to start that very first day when I met Ben Crofts. I was a typical 13 year old girl. Moody, stroppy and rather hormonal.
Rap, i have lived and breathed it for the last 3 years of my life. My block is in the hart of toronto, which also is my teratory, well me and my crew's.
Last one, #7 If you really knew me you wood know my granny went missing 9 years ago, yeh its a granny it sounds weird but no need to say its not real. She was the closet thing to me.
The other day I was at a 'Writer's Workshop' with only 3 others and people from different schools.One of the tasks we were set was to write a poem about a memory of a person or moment or place which...
they say, that her skin smelt like plasticine. and her tongue, she treated it like glass, constantly careful because the backlash didn't just hit them.
I think it's time I revealed a little bit about myself, as I've been on here for 3 days now and I've had such a great time. I was born in England, but moved to America at 6 weeks.
I woke up in a different bed, different scenery, where was I. This wasn't my house.
It was a very l o n g day. My mate Chloe was totally annoyed with me. I thought to myself. Why me. Harriet Harrison, Chloe said she was never going to play with her ever.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class 99... Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
Yes I get angry a lot. Why do you care. It's just me. I will be myself even if it means not being your friend or being popular.
-scene two; the harp plays when the lights fade in again. A girls and a boy sit adjacent to one another. Fighting over a lolly pop. Girl: Harry. Give me my lolly back. Harry: only if you can reach it.
I remember that first day in the halls of Literacy when we were 11. You confidently strolled up to me and asked me to be your girlfriend, before that moment I was never even aware you were alive.
Story Intro I was with my girlfreind on a nice picnic date in the park, Blue Capped Chickadees calling out to mates, People playing frisbee with golden retreivers, Monarch...
Sometimes you forgive people simply because you still want them in your life. 2 years ago at the start of college I made this really great friend.
Story Intro I was with my girlfreind on a nice picnic date in the park, Blue Capped Chickadees calling out to mates, People playing frisbee with golden retreivers, Monarch...
Caution strong language... Scent of a Woman: [Charlie refused to come clean with the names of the students responsible for the prank; Mr.
This isn't much of a writing piece, just a little memory I've been thinking a lot about lately... Anyways, here goes.
You think you know now, but you have no idea. I certainly didn't have a clue. Seconds meandered into minutes which flowed into hours which swirled into days.
Every diurnal course of my squalid perseity was utilized conceiving ways to conquer an omnipotent, invisible calumniator: BOREDOM. Let me count the ways.....8 hours a day were taken by classes.
By now, classes were becoming like second nature to us. Wake up, shit, brush teeth, drink coffee, go to class, sleep in class. My classmates personalities were also beginning to come out.
Approximately 168 hours into my crucible, I fared no better in alleviating the persistent suffering and anguish that had befallen me.
One of the few pleasures at P.S.G. was tea-time. Classes were over for the day, teachers had departed on their rickety scooters, and everyone was a lot more relaxed.
First things first. Before starting at a new institution of learning, one requires items like books, writing utensils, a mini-tape recorder, and in the case of P.S.G., a set of uniforms.