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posted by problematic124
****Thanks for the comments. I own all rights to this story****
Chapter 2
Friends and school
I woke up real early suivant morning. Dreading the jour ahead of me. Noel drove us to school on the way to work. We memorized our classes the jour before. Just wanted to keep toi awake.But the school was pretty nice. It occupied a long acre of herbe and trees. So on a hot jour the trees will shade us from the heat.
The office was the main building a bit larger than the cafeteria and the first first building you'll see.
You'd keep walking straight to glass double doors that lead outside to lush green herbe and multiple buildings here and there. And not far away from here was a plage and also behind this school few minutes away was a shopper's paradise complete with a mall, movie theatre, arcade, and few resturants. Best school ever (on the outside, let's see inside).
Vastiste and I were building buddies so we had to part.
My homeroom teacher's name was mr.Derelo, room 412, it didn't take long find the class. Unfortanutely the cloche, bell hadn't rung, so I got stares and whispers.
"You must be Kyle Sorriti, hi I'm mr.Derelo your history teacher" a dit a bright cheerful young man, just par the way he smiled I could tell the class respected him.
I shook his hand and returned his bright smile as he a dit "sit where toi like"
Uh-oh!
I get to choose where I sit!
I walked around looking for a seat, when a pretty brown hair girl motioned me towards her to an empty seat.
An empty seat!
Halleuljah!
I walked quickly there as stares followed me.
"Now class don't be rude to Kyle because remember I know where ya'll live"mr.Derelo a dit as the class erupted into laughter. The classmates treated me kindly and turns out I have a great personality. Who knew!
The siège saver girl was named Fable and she invited me to rejoindre her Friends at their lunch table. toi wanna know what I said. Yes! But not as excited.
At lunch she introduced me to her friends.
"Guys toi all know Kyle Sorriti right"
They all nodded.
"Kyle meet Ariel Veils, Mike Toona, Owen Smith, Gregg Calister, and Tweety Johnson"
"Tweety"I questioned.
A girl with dirty blonde hair smiled "yes Tweety, toi see when I little my brother was a baby at the time and tried to repeat what everyone said. And a lot of people called me sweetie and he a dit Tweety and ever since then people call me Tweety"
"Cool"
"But Tweety Bird is my favori animated character"
"Now I know what your suivant question is" Gregg interrupted "why is a young attractive guy with great brown hair it's natural yes, be here in the tenth grade at age fifteen"
I shook my head but he continued.
"Well because I'm a super dork and geek"
"Yeah just not the attracted part" Ariel said
We all laughed as Gregg put on his glasses.
My eyes moved over to a table, tableau with a girl sitting alone. She was dreesed in black and wore heavy make up and jewelry. I could tell her hair and eyes were a natural black. Her skin was an olive color and par just one look I could tell she didn't go outside much.
"That's Aurora" a voice a dit behind me
"Who"
"Aurora Leians, she's totally goth and mean but I think that's because people are mean to her" Tweety said.
For the remainder of the jour I hang out with my awesome new Friends and had a great first day. School rocks!
Forget I a dit that.
Noel was still at work so Vastiste and I had to take the bus. On the way accueil we shared our details.
Turns out I'm not the only Sorriti to have a great day. Vastsite meant a lot of people and made new friends, including boys (yep there on my list). When we got accueil a pleased mother in the kitchen. Tacos!
Noel was in a bad mood when he got home, they had no lead to Rebbeca's murderer. But there not giving up, they found nothing that had any DNA.
Noel told us it was her phone, a necklace, earrings, bracelets, keys, and a funky arc en ciel ribbon. Vastiste lightened the mood par telling her great jour at school.
We had to start the school routine. The school routine toi ask. Well after dîner we take a shower, wash up, and spend the rest of the jour in our room doing something. Until we get tired ou ten o' clock.But today I did a face plant on my lit and went fast to sleep.
That night I awoke to the sound of something hitting my windows. I silently crept towards the window. When I saw nothing I breathed a sigh of relief. Boy did that-
TAP!
I jumped at the sound of a rock hitting my window. Didn't Vastiste warn me about that. I looked out the window but saw nothing, but I could've sworn I saw dark clothing disappearing into the forest.
It looked like a part of a manteau and that probably belonged to the person that threw rocks at my window. It was four thirty and feeling spooked I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face.
And I know this is going to sound crazy, which I always am, but I felt like I was being watched.
And trust me when I say this but something felt wrong. Really wrong. I just didn't know what it was.
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He told his Friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never a dit good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot
the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I l’amour him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
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I am broken.
    My body is broken.
        I limp down the sidewalk.
        People stare. Are they concerned? ou disgusted?
        I wish I was invisible.
    My family is broken.
        My father disowns me.
        My mother is disappointed.
        I don’t know my brother at all.
    My life is broken.
        My Friends are gone.
        My job can’t support me.
        I have nowhere to turn.
    But my soul is unbroken.
        I still believe in good.
        I still have hope.
        I still think the world can change.
I may be broken.
But my soul is not.
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I like to sing. No, scratch that. I love to sing. Just... not in front of people. It's not really my cup of thé performing for everyone who wants to hear me. How would I be able to sing when people are screaming my name?

"LEE! LEE! LEE!"

What a nightmare that'd be.

When I'm alone I can hum a sweet tune to myself, but never when there are a couple of people around. Someday, I'm gonna get over my stage-fright and when I do, I'll be able to sing in front of millions of people as I become a étoile, star around the world. Unfortunately, I believe my phobia of the spotlight will keep me from getting to my goal....
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Chapter Fourteen

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Poem #1: Seasons Change (Free verse)
Seasons change;
what does that mean?
It feels like magic.
As the cold fades away,
replaced par sunny warm days,
and the sun shines bright
in the era of Summer.
And the snow falls silently
and toi see your breath,
clouding the chilly air in the Winter.
Spring and Autumn, all their own,
after the winter days have flown.
Spring brings its joy with the crisp fresh air,
and Summer comes along,
Autumn follows par with the tumbling leaves,
as each season passes by,
I wonder what makes it change,
I guess I might never know
unless I try hard enough to see.
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