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Hello, this book is used for education and learning about friends and bullys. We make sure that they will not get negative and non-behaved.
Chapter 30 I walked into Algebra class, taught by Mr. Colly. I sat next to Patrick and Sam. We had to listen to Mr. Colly drone on about his horrible day.
Yesterday, while feeling quite low To fIght of my fears Decided to write While in an hospital ward To my surprise, another patient Felt the same way To fight off the fear of waiting Her iPad she...
Is consumed of candy and feeding off of kisses. Relying on chocolates taped to paper greetings. To you, from me. Although I don't really mean it. It's too elementary of me. Too cool.
I ate lunch with him and Heather. I tried not to look at him, but it was hard when all he did was talk to me.
Lovers’ Day. What to say. It was a special day today. School was fine, I didn't whine, Though I had no valentine. I didn't care, Honest, I swear, All my sweetest friends were there.
Opuss, I never thought I would ever love anyone else Since I've met you my heart seems to sing Even my husband thinks I am having a fling Over my shoulder, he sneaked a quick glance To see if...
Inspired by @insomnium 's piece "Valentine Friendship" ------------------- Take my hand and I'll take you Far from here When you need me most I will be near Our song playing.
I noticed every year on valentine, we always see sweetheart and couple message everywhere, but what about friends and family. So, YO.
I was starting to feel a little bit better. I'd texted Heather and asked her if what Tom had said was true, but she hadn't replied.
Chapter 1 <3 "Ally I can't believe you, Malcolm said we were MEANT to be saving the world!. Not buying makeup!!" Peyton whined as Bud nodded in agreement.
You thought it was done didn't you. Alyssa: aha. Found Nelson. Frankie: I actually really just want to hear him sing. Nelson: Nooo. Alyssa: You've got too.
#confidence Not exactly poetic. A little bit of a short story. I've always been surrounded by a group of friends. Always fine, having fun.
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”.
"Harry we love you!" I remember those voices, I remember the goosebumps I'd get hearing those voices, the frustration of which one I preferred.
Trying to sit up while panicking with legs that don't work, didn't work out too well. He crossed the room in two big strides and helped me up as he held a finger to my lips.
Confusion. The main thing I feel currently. Last night, after that last post beginning with "we talked", we talked a lot more.
It's funny how many types of break downs you can get. How the lead up towards it makes you ready to snap in so many more ways than one. Today, unfortunately, events of yesterday got to me.
Chapter 2: I guess I do Max, I guess I do... ~Rebecca's POV~ I slumped down the stairs at six in the morning to see Max watching E. News.
this post is gonna be kinda inspired/related to one of mckinley's posts and it's that when you think of love, what pops into your head is generally romance.
Started as a group of friends. Then we called up more. Now there's people in and out. We can't close the door. Drink it up, one shot, two. But to party I need twelve. Drinking more then's recommended.
I got home, and, yes, we did call. But not before Sally and I had a bit of a conversation. "Paul: "Hey Em. *TACKLE*", Sally texted, and I giggled. " x 193838191847," I texted back.
There was literally ice stuck to my hair. Sally and I went into the bathroom, where I saw how Paul had seen me for the past couple of hours.
I had great difficulty in getting my socks off. They were almost frozen to my feet. "We need to get you to the emergency room," Paul growled.