I have middle school graduation next week and then a wedding a whole three states away...I'll be traveling and probably won't have enough time to breathe let alone keep up with the story book, but that's only next week!
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
I'm sorry i won't be at town
but i'll attempt to find a computer.
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 )
*Sorry for the delay, I hope it's okay if I post it here*
The last two weeks hadn't been very eventful for Zia, she'd just tried her best to keep away from her father, sometimes not making it in time to her bedroom before he got a hold of his personal punch bag. But finnaly it was time for her to go to school!
A big grin is plastered on her face, though the car smells, and her rambling, nervous mother kept jumping at the slightest noise, scared that Zia's father was going to jump out at them and drag them away.
As they pulled up near to the gates, Zia quickly pecked her mothers cheek murmuring, "Watch yourself, mum. Love you." Before jumping out of the car, pulling her bags with her, and shambling through the school gates. Her gaze followed the groups of kids, none mixing with the other cliches, nothing like the cafe the other day. She rolls her eyes before bouncing up to a bunch of teenagers all clad in black, with black hair and blasting their favorite death metal.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” - William Wordsworth
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." - William Shakespeare
It's July 1st! Time to put the game back on! Just pick up where we left off.
Tally Gray
The first day of classes dragged on and on. I ended up having all my least favorite classes right away. Things only turned around once I got to Chemistry class, though they went sour again once I had an 'incident' with some semi-explosive chemicals.
"I can't believe you would be so careless, Ms. Gray." the teacher scolded.
I shrugged. "Guess you don't know me very well."
The teacher raised an eyebrow at me. "Ms. Gray, did you do this on purpose?"
I smiled sweetly. "Of course not, but I would be a lier to say it was completely on accident."
He sighed and scribbled something on a peice of paper. "To the principals office, Ms. Gray."
I took the paper from him and set out into the hallway. I set my skateboard down and rose it down the hallway. Everyone else was still in class, and would be for at least another ten mintues, but I couldn't stop checking behind me. I didn't want any of the other Mystery Club kids to sneak up on me.
"Hey!" someone yelled at me with a voice of authority. "Stop that skateboarding in the hallway!"
I stopped and turned to the plump man walking towards me. "Ah, Mr. R, I was just coming to see you."
"That's Mr. Reed to you." he said as he snatched the peice of paper from my hand. He shook his head, "Come to my office."
I followed him to his office and took a seat next to a familiar looking girl on a bench and waited. There was apparently a line this morning.
People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear. — John Patrick, The Curious Savage
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