John Muir Middle School
Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed basketball, basket-ball player who wants to be étoile, star forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays football to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive. Age 12
Paige Phillips: a pudgy viola prodigy who competes with Hannah over musical talent and brains. Age 12
Ali Tyler: a dirty blonde swimmer who wants to be in the Olympics. Age 13
Bailee Witwicky: a braceface softball playing tomboy Age 13
Katie Pearson: a blonde who loves chant and softball is big competition for Bailee. Age 14
Jason Dunlap: a bright, shy boy who Alexa is sort of dating. Age 11
Ian Styles: a free-spirited klutzy genius that secretly likes Deandra. Age 12
Jake Bishop: a gawky nerd who avoids Katie, a girl who likes him, since he fears girls. Age 12
Eddie Watson: a jock with a bad temper who likes Emma. Age 13
Scott Williams: a social outcast who Colleen likes. Age 13
Elliot Miles: a horrible student and techno-geek who is obsessed with girls, especially Hannah. Age 14
Gary LaRusso: a drunk-on-life young man who avoids his fan club of ladies, the president being Brooke. Age 11
Skipper Pierce: a young man who sees himself as a stud wants Brigit to rendez-vous amoureux, date him. Age 12
Ricky Parker: a secretive nerd who likes Candy and track is oblivious to Paige’s crush on him. Age 12
Tim Watson: a boy who is the African-American male, even though he’s in seventh grade, who only likes Ali, the best part of middle school. Not related to Eddie Watson. Age 13
Cooper Turk: an average kid who sees the cheerful side of everything, but doesn’t know to the girl who has a crush on him, Bailee. Age 13
Zackie Spicoli: a nerdy young man who likes Katie Pearson. Age 14
Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed basketball, basket-ball player who wants to be étoile, star forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays football to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive. Age 12
Paige Phillips: a pudgy viola prodigy who competes with Hannah over musical talent and brains. Age 12
Ali Tyler: a dirty blonde swimmer who wants to be in the Olympics. Age 13
Bailee Witwicky: a braceface softball playing tomboy Age 13
Katie Pearson: a blonde who loves chant and softball is big competition for Bailee. Age 14
Jason Dunlap: a bright, shy boy who Alexa is sort of dating. Age 11
Ian Styles: a free-spirited klutzy genius that secretly likes Deandra. Age 12
Jake Bishop: a gawky nerd who avoids Katie, a girl who likes him, since he fears girls. Age 12
Eddie Watson: a jock with a bad temper who likes Emma. Age 13
Scott Williams: a social outcast who Colleen likes. Age 13
Elliot Miles: a horrible student and techno-geek who is obsessed with girls, especially Hannah. Age 14
Gary LaRusso: a drunk-on-life young man who avoids his fan club of ladies, the president being Brooke. Age 11
Skipper Pierce: a young man who sees himself as a stud wants Brigit to rendez-vous amoureux, date him. Age 12
Ricky Parker: a secretive nerd who likes Candy and track is oblivious to Paige’s crush on him. Age 12
Tim Watson: a boy who is the African-American male, even though he’s in seventh grade, who only likes Ali, the best part of middle school. Not related to Eddie Watson. Age 13
Cooper Turk: an average kid who sees the cheerful side of everything, but doesn’t know to the girl who has a crush on him, Bailee. Age 13
Zackie Spicoli: a nerdy young man who likes Katie Pearson. Age 14
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! ou trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: salut there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. toi got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are toi sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: toi wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 plus hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see toi later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I l’amour U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! ou trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: salut there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. toi got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are toi sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: toi wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 plus hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see toi later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I l’amour U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i l’amour you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But toi come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights toi stayed.
The child in me, from the times toi loved me.
The debt toi owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time toi spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that toi are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when toi apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But toi come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights toi stayed.
The child in me, from the times toi loved me.
The debt toi owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time toi spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that toi are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when toi apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what toi think of it, please?
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Have toi felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until toi burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! toi will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have toi felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until toi burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! toi will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
"I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
"You know... I'm not...the one you love...so...that's why...it's time for me... to leave......" -Zelos
"Jaslene's Dream"
have toi noticed when toi fall in l’amour it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do toi feel it? Do toi feel it when toi fall in love, ou when toi just are overfilled with joy?
Have toi ever felt it? ou have toi felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that toi have to fly away from it before your l’amour hurts you? ou does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what toi think...
Have toi ever felt it? ou have toi felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that toi have to fly away from it before your l’amour hurts you? ou does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what toi think...
