Skiro
My first class was chemistry and I sat in the seconde row suivant to a skinny girl with short blond hair talking to another girl behind us. From their conversation I learned her name was Stacey and the other was Beonca and they were both cheerleaders.
The teacher started to talk about the rules and objectives for this an but no one was paying attention,they were much plus interested in texting on their cell phones ou passing notes to the person suivant to them. I wasn't that interested in what the teacher a dit ether so my mind wondered off....
The cloche, bell woke me out of my jour dreams. As Stacey was standing up she looked at me as if she just noticed I was there. “Why is toi hair in a braid?”
I laughed- It wasn't the first time I had gotten that question. Many réponses ran through my head but what came out of my mouth was: “because my hair is long enough to do it. I'm thinking about putting blue highlights in it.”
She giggled at that-I seemed to amuse her,so we started walking down the hall together.
“blue? Really! And why don't toi have on school cloths?”she asked
“because I'm new and I think it would look good.”
“what's your name?”
“Skiro”
and she stopped in front of some lockers. “Skiro? What kind of name is that?”
“What kind of name is Stacey?”
She looked shocked for a moment and then smiled.
Then I asked “were is Ms. White's class?”
“oh its on the forth hall-in the back of the school. toi can't miss it! But don't go now-its break time.”
“really? I had no idea.”
“yeah, and lunch is after third.”
“thank you”
“sure,anytime”Stacey a dit with a wink and then walked over away to catch up with Beonca.
She's nice,I hope we can become Friends and talk about guy's together and then when when her hair gets long I'll braid her's! I thought as I walked onto the main hall,fallowing the crowd to the break area.
My first class was chemistry and I sat in the seconde row suivant to a skinny girl with short blond hair talking to another girl behind us. From their conversation I learned her name was Stacey and the other was Beonca and they were both cheerleaders.
The teacher started to talk about the rules and objectives for this an but no one was paying attention,they were much plus interested in texting on their cell phones ou passing notes to the person suivant to them. I wasn't that interested in what the teacher a dit ether so my mind wondered off....
The cloche, bell woke me out of my jour dreams. As Stacey was standing up she looked at me as if she just noticed I was there. “Why is toi hair in a braid?”
I laughed- It wasn't the first time I had gotten that question. Many réponses ran through my head but what came out of my mouth was: “because my hair is long enough to do it. I'm thinking about putting blue highlights in it.”
She giggled at that-I seemed to amuse her,so we started walking down the hall together.
“blue? Really! And why don't toi have on school cloths?”she asked
“because I'm new and I think it would look good.”
“what's your name?”
“Skiro”
and she stopped in front of some lockers. “Skiro? What kind of name is that?”
“What kind of name is Stacey?”
She looked shocked for a moment and then smiled.
Then I asked “were is Ms. White's class?”
“oh its on the forth hall-in the back of the school. toi can't miss it! But don't go now-its break time.”
“really? I had no idea.”
“yeah, and lunch is after third.”
“thank you”
“sure,anytime”Stacey a dit with a wink and then walked over away to catch up with Beonca.
She's nice,I hope we can become Friends and talk about guy's together and then when when her hair gets long I'll braid her's! I thought as I walked onto the main hall,fallowing the crowd to the break area.
i was a normal 18 an old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( plus like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i a dit " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he a dit " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he a dit " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
inch par inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
papillons of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to l’amour it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the jour I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.