Chapter 1: First jour of school
Skiro
I woke up to my mom's voice saying “get up, Its your first jour of school!”,as she woke me up from a nice dream. I opened my eyes and then waited for for my mom to leave the room. Then I got up in the room that was still new to me. I had only been in Spanish Fort a week so everything still looked strange. Reaching into my suitcase,I got out a rose T-shirt and jean shorts. After putting them on I went into the bathroom,peed,and then looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I smiled at the nice tan I got from going to the plage earlier that week. Seeing my messy,long,black hair, I started to braid it. When it was through,I looked at the clock and was shocked! I had to go! So I ran out the door just in time to catch the bus!
Murphy
I was sitting in a corner of the lunchroom,waiting for the bell.
It was chaos in there, but that was to be expected from the first jour of being a Junior in high school. Everyone was excited and catching up with their friends.
I looked at the table, tableau in front of the empty one I was sitting at. Savannah,my only friend, was sitting with her new,popular friends. She waved for me to sit with her but I shook my head. I would have sat with her except I saw the other girls faces and knew that they wouldn't welcome a dude over to their table, tableau unless he was hot and dating one of them.
So instead I looked over at the boys table, tableau where all the football players sat. The brothers,Tony and Robert, were sitting there. Tony was the Runner-back and Robert was the Quarterback. Tony had a new buzz cut that I thought made his head look big but he was still very good looking. With his dark blue eyes,shining white teeth,and tanned skin, everyone had to agree that he was the hottest guy in school-and he knew it. He was smiling and winking at almost every girl that passed. I would have fainted if he ever looked at me that way. NO! I a dit firmly in my head I am a boy who should like girls, not thinking of football players!
I looked away quickly and started to pick at my nails. But,of course, my mind went back to Tony. I remembered how last an his short brown hair had fell around his face. Its what made me get the same style hair, but over the summer I didn't cut my hair so it was now long and wavy. I could not think to do anything else with my blond hair but put it in a ponytail.
Then a busload of teens came into the the lunchroom. Most of them were in younger classes and the ones that were Juniors I recognized as they found their group of friends. And then someone very different and new walked in.
Skiro
I woke up to my mom's voice saying “get up, Its your first jour of school!”,as she woke me up from a nice dream. I opened my eyes and then waited for for my mom to leave the room. Then I got up in the room that was still new to me. I had only been in Spanish Fort a week so everything still looked strange. Reaching into my suitcase,I got out a rose T-shirt and jean shorts. After putting them on I went into the bathroom,peed,and then looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I smiled at the nice tan I got from going to the plage earlier that week. Seeing my messy,long,black hair, I started to braid it. When it was through,I looked at the clock and was shocked! I had to go! So I ran out the door just in time to catch the bus!
Murphy
I was sitting in a corner of the lunchroom,waiting for the bell.
It was chaos in there, but that was to be expected from the first jour of being a Junior in high school. Everyone was excited and catching up with their friends.
I looked at the table, tableau in front of the empty one I was sitting at. Savannah,my only friend, was sitting with her new,popular friends. She waved for me to sit with her but I shook my head. I would have sat with her except I saw the other girls faces and knew that they wouldn't welcome a dude over to their table, tableau unless he was hot and dating one of them.
So instead I looked over at the boys table, tableau where all the football players sat. The brothers,Tony and Robert, were sitting there. Tony was the Runner-back and Robert was the Quarterback. Tony had a new buzz cut that I thought made his head look big but he was still very good looking. With his dark blue eyes,shining white teeth,and tanned skin, everyone had to agree that he was the hottest guy in school-and he knew it. He was smiling and winking at almost every girl that passed. I would have fainted if he ever looked at me that way. NO! I a dit firmly in my head I am a boy who should like girls, not thinking of football players!
I looked away quickly and started to pick at my nails. But,of course, my mind went back to Tony. I remembered how last an his short brown hair had fell around his face. Its what made me get the same style hair, but over the summer I didn't cut my hair so it was now long and wavy. I could not think to do anything else with my blond hair but put it in a ponytail.
Then a busload of teens came into the the lunchroom. Most of them were in younger classes and the ones that were Juniors I recognized as they found their group of friends. And then someone very different and new walked in.
Laughing heals the soul. What makes toi laugh? Were all different. As a writer in training I'm experimenting on the"fun factor". Down the page are some funny stuff and I'd like to know which one makes toi laugh the most. If toi found a funny pic please post it and please commentaire on the pictures.
Now like I've a dit we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've a dit we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To montrer no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To montrer no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win