Alexander walked up the school steps and into the hall way. Heaving his suitcases across the floor, he looked for his dorm: two-hundred and fourteen. After about a minute, he found it, and walked in. The room was very spacious. It had two big bunk beds. Alexander dumped his two suitcases onto the bottom one closest to the window and just sat there. He decided to listen to his IPod for a bit. Alexander took it out of one of his cases, turned it on and chose Si no te hubieras ido, which was by Maná, his favourite band. He started singing wit a soft and harmonious voice.
Te extraño más que nunca y no sé qué hacer. Despierto y te recuerdo al amanecer. Me espera otro día por vivir sin tí. El espejo no miente, me veo tan diferente. Me haces falta tú. La gente pasa y pasa siempre tan igual. El ritmo de la vida me parece mal. Era tan diferente cuando estabas tú, sí que era diferente cuando estabas tú.
No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin tí. Sufriendo en la espera de verte llegar. El frío de mi cuerpo preguntá por tí, y no sé donde estás. Si no te hubieras ido sería tan feliz.
La gente pasa y pasa siempre tan igual. El ritmo de la vida me parece mal. Era tan diferente cuando estabas tú, sí que era diferente cuando estabas tú.
No hay nada más difícil que vivr sin tí. Sufriendo en la espera de verte llegar. El frío de mi cuerpo preguntá por tí, y no sé donde estás. Si no te hubieras ido sería tan feliz.
No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin tí. Sufriendo en la espera de verte llegar, y no sé donde estás. Si no te hubieras ido sería tan feliz. Si no te hubieras ido sería tan feliz.
i looked blankly at the sheet then back to the room number. This couldn't be right, for once I had not gotten lost and was standing in front of my new "home". Looking up and examining closely, the solid brick building had a gingerbread house feel.
Yummy
I walked in bravely through the large and spacious foyer and up the stairs. It seemed like I had gotten here a bit early (for once) before everyone else (for once) so I got lost quite often and with the help of signs (that I hadn't noticed until the third time around) I found my room that was 114 eventually and walked in to a refurnished room. I had heard that the girls were in a way better off because they got their own private rooms centered around a mini kitchen and "living room" which was a couch and a small armchair. They sure knew girls, if they stayed together too long they would eventually plan each others murders. I laughed silently and chose a corner room. It was the one that had windows on both walls small or not, I liked my daily amount of Vitamin Sun. I plopped my stuff on the small bed and walked out. I had heard music and wanted to check it out.
I wasn't paying attention when a solid figure ran into me.
*someone come meet Amy pleassse!!*
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
“Remember, don’t go easy on anyone. You can win.” My dad yelled out the car window, “You will win!”
His round brown head slowly became smaller and smaller as the red convertible drove off campus. Mom’s blonde hair flying in the wind disappeared and I was left on the side of the road. It was early, not many other new students had come yet so the front lawn of the school looked empty and deserted. I turned around to look at the dormitory. It looked new. Everything looked new. Luckily, since my family came three hours earlier than what we were supposed to, I already knew my way around. Dad wanted to make sure I met the basketball and track coach. He wanted to make sure the basketball and track coach saw me. Of course, we did our regular routine. Dad would brag on me a lot, I would throw a few shots or run a few yards depending on the sport, and the coach would write something on their little clipboard and smile real big because they knew I was going to get them somewhere.
Sweat still clung to my arms and forehead as I walked back to my room. No one was there the last time I went up there to put all my bags in my room, but Dad gave me a half an hour lecture on sports that I had already heard a million times.
He told me anyway.
I let the smell of the hallway fill my nose as Dad’s words replayed in my mind. I ran around the corner like I did in front of the track coach to my room, 114.
Go Casey! Go! Dad was cheering me on as I raced through the finish line into my room…and I crashed into a piece of matter.
“I’m so sorry. I was just running a little bit. I didn’t mean to bump into anyone.” I said, looking at a girl standing in front of me.
“I’m Casey.”
Creeeeeak. The bus door - or entrance or exit or whatever it's called - folds open slowly and loudly. In the corner of my eye I can see the bus driver massaging her elbow.
Gee. Somebody needs to retire.
I pull up my suitcase's handle and hurry down the stairs, ignoring the driver's warning of "Watch those stairs, little girl!" as the wheels hit the pavement.
Behind me, the door closes again (creeeak) and the bus drives away.
I stare up at the school. It reminds me of that one juvi center on Rice Street - orange-ish bricks, all tiny and identical, and a square roof. Hell, if not for the big, flourishing sign in the front of the campus (the "Est. 2009" is almost a little pathetic) I would think it is juvi.
So I'm going to a detention center in New Jersey, I think, rolling the suitcase through the thick lawn. Cool.
'Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.' - Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald
As I dug through the back seat, trying to find my suit case under all the clutter that appeared out of no were, I began to think of what the school would be like. Having read the browser and website, I knew it would be okay acedemicly, and athletically, but I wanted to know kid wise. Would there be a bunch of kids like me, or would I be an loser with a few. This hadn't worried me much before, but know that I was here it started to emerge. But it was short, because finally I found my suitcase, and had stated skating over to my dorm, room 115, in the co-ed dorm.
I walked by a girl sticking her head into the door over, and then went into my own one. The room was awesome, it was like an apartment, there was a kitchen, with a small living room, with a bathroom and two bed rooms. Immediately I picked the larger room, and dumped my junk on the bed, after that I slipped onto the couch and turned on some TV>
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
I took a deep breath as I walked into the building. Of course, I was nervous. But, this was a fresh start. I wasn't going to let people push me around or treat me like dirt. This was my new start.
I stared at the sheet of paper labeling my room number. 119, it read. I sighed and walked down the hallway, passing many different rooms and people looking around nervously. Finally, I got to room 115 and opened the door. For now, I was alone.
*Someone can come in here*
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** Boltageman, the girls and boys sleep in different areas of the dorm. A boys room wouldn't be right beside a girls room, hence why the main poster made her room in the 200's. We should be in 214, not 115, if I am correct.*
Lauren
Stepping away from my parents' minivan, I hoisted my duffle bag onto my shoulder and grabbed my guitar case, following the three stone steps up to the large foyer. The school, whatever it was called, looked brand new. Well, it should, it had only been finish about one month ago.
Looking down at my soggy paper, I struggled to comprehend the number of my room. Mistaking a two for a one, I went straight down the left hallway with the large numbers: "100-199" plastered on the yellow paint. Ignoring open doors and peeping eyes, I watched for the number one hundred and fifteen. After what seemed like hours of walking, really only minutes, I finally found the room and walked in.
My bags fell to the floor as I stared at the girl in the centre of the room. I had made a mistake, obviously, and was in the girl's dorm. Scratching my head, I avoided her green gaze and struggled desperately to hide my blushing cheeks.
"Hi, I'm Winnie," she said, smiling at me. I politely returned the gesture and continued,
"I'm Lauren. I - uh - think I have the wrong room," Winnie chuckled quietly and nodded.
"I believe so. What does your paper say?" she asked, holding her hand out for the still damp mess of a paper in my right hand.
"That's my problem, it barely says anything," I forced a laugh as I handed her the paper, keeping a slight grip on it just in case she let go when she realized it was wet. She did as I had assumed, and the paper was once again resting in my hand. "Water bottle incident," I remarked, trying to make the situation less awkward.
Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
Personality: He is friendly and loud, seems secretive at times but always willing to make a joke even at his own expense. He uses comedy as a defense mechanism.
Interests: Making people laugh, role playing games, writing, and skateboarding
Background: He was living with his brother when his brother went to jail for dealing drugs. Josh never did any of that but due to the fact that he now had no where else to go he was placed here.
She couldn't see anything! Her hair was in her face and her hands were full of every essential need possible. She tripped over her own foot and crashed into someone. "Ooh, sorry."
Kristen bent to pick up her things and she looked into the face of a pretty girl. She had screamed out in pain and Kristen felt sorry that she had been the cause of it.
"I'm really sorry. I couldn't see and- I- I'm just really sorry," Kristen could feel her face heating up. She didn't like to speak to someone she didn't know, it made her feel uncomfortable. Her clumsiness didn't help that fact.
"Oh, it's okay," the girl smiled. "I'm April."
"Kristen," She held out her one free hand to shake April's outstretched one. Kristen smiled shyly. Maybe we could be friends. But that was unlikely. No one liked to talk to the weird girl.
**hope this is okay**
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
I drove my Harvey davidson round to the car park and parked it on the top floor it was a nice day and the sun rained down as I came onto the top floor. I pulled my black helmet off and unzipped my casual leather jacket revealing a white t shirt. Some nerd were going down the stairs in front of me and I couldn't help but feel better than them a feeling that couldn't be stopped.
I quickly turned into my new room and dumped my bags on the smaller bed since the bigger one was taken. I through of my Jacket and walked out of my room were a boy was helping a girl up.
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