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Inspired by @littlemissDHP and @leelee101 poems and @naavie I can't really describe all of me as there is a lot so it seems quite hard, well my bio on Opuss is sort of start.
I got home to see my dad sprawled out on the couch in our much-too-small living room, watching rugby, as usual.
Why are all the movies nowadays rated R. I mean it's really annoying. Here are some examples: the dictator, a friend for the end of the world, that's my boy,and Ted.
I was a ghost. I couldn't believe it. Ugh !!. I looked at my hands and sighed as I saw the floor below me. At least my family would be whole. Then I realised. Not everyone is ghosts.
I was in maths today when we got our tests back because they'd been marked.
Chapter 5 - Part 3 Dad knocked on my bedroom door and opened it before I could tell him to piss off and that I never wanted to speak to him ever again.
Chapter 5 - Part 1 (Emily) It had been a horribly long week at school and I embraced the weekend as my salvation. I didn't even really like Donna.
Mine and my mothers relationship was fragile, a simple thing could tear it apart. The smallest of arguments, the smallest mistakes, anything that could ever be considered small and hurtful.
Woah there friend. What's your rush. You're meeting the boyfriend you say.
I tried telling everyone, what I knew. I have no evidence, no facts, nothing to back up my words other than feelings and instincts. But all I sought to gain from those words is an awareness.
1. News (Preface) May 13th, 2011. Officially the worst day of my life.
Hi there. My name is Bethany Woodward. You might be new to my Opuss page. Please take a look at my poems and blogs. :) I live in England and I'm a nerdfighting, meowing grammar Nazi.
You know what I love about my soccer team. We're all honest there. When you hate someone on the team, or someone hates you, no one tries too hard to hide it.
Jack wrote the chapter this time, so check it out at @JazzCav . Urgh, when the hell were we gonna go. And where's Jack. I don't wanna be left by myself. Plus this back pack is KILLING me. JEESUS.
The teachers at school were fun. I built a very good relationship with the D&T teacher. The French teacher followed all the clichés, but I don't think I learnt a single word.
"What. This is so sudden..." I say,falling back on my chair. "When?" "The sooner the better," Mum replied to me. "But why?" I say.
Q: How old are you. I am twelve years old. My birthday is the 19th of January. Q: I like a dude and I don't know if he likes me... What do I do. Honestly, I wouldn't know.
("poor dad" a tear rolled down my cheek) I gently put the note in my pants pocket and walked back downstairs.
This is an actual job application that a 17 year old boy submitted to McDonald’s in Florida… and they hired him because he was so honest and funny. NAME: Greg Bulmash. SEX: Not yet.
This is a basic summary of my personal philosophy, to some people that I know won't judge me. To start off, I'm a Christian, I'm born and raised in England and I am 13.
She's pretty, blonde and tall, While I'm just geeky and small. Her eyes blue as the sky, And she makes me wonder why, She says she's ugly and fat, But I disagree with that.
What the hell did I ever do that made everyone on here hate me. Okay so I posted one little quote from the Internet and I posted it on here.
Well, since this is my first post here on Opuss, I have decided I have to make it something particularly special. I'm going to talk about just life in general.
Hi, I'm Ashleigh. Yes. I know. Horrible name I have. Well I don't know where to start. I never thought that they would ever make a story about me but, I guess you don't really expect anything.