Post by Molten on Jul 12, 2009 20:38:05 GMT -5
Well I'm not really done with this story (at all xP), but how good is it so far? IT'S A TRUE STORY BY THE WAY! 
Chapter 1- First day of School
I was exited and nervous at the same time. It was like a fireball burning inside of my stomach. I rushed down the dusty halls of my school to the new classroom, slammed the door open, and threw my backpack on the back of my chair, in a cool pose so people would think I'm cooooool. Rock on, me! I thought. There was a packet on my desk, colored off yellow. I was hyper and jittery and bouncy. I was vibrating like a motorboat. Oh my gosh I'm gonna start 4th grade now! I screamed in my mind. But I looked around and saw no familiar people at all exept for Stephen, Stephen and Tim. "Errr... oh, uhh.. I guess I could get alo-" I mumbled, my voice cut off by the teacher's yelling. "I'm your new teacher!" she announced. I looked at her with a blank face. Whoa, she's short, I thought. She walked around the classroom blabbering. I hoped to make her love me like I made my 3rd grade teacher love me. Then I could be teacher's pet and class clown at the same time like I did in 3rd grade! I was also wanting this teacher for a long time. Hopefully she was kind, since I HATE strict teachers. "My name is Mrs. Agar. Get it, got it," the teacher blabbered in her squeaky, high-pitched tone. Most the other kids surrounding me yelled, "GOOD!" What the heck!? I thought. A frown formed on my face. "Now again, get it, got it-" Mrs. Agar repeated. Now everyone this time exept for me, screamed, "GOOD!!" I didn't say it because it sounded stupid, but the retarded-ness of the simple phrase, 'get it got it good' wasn't going to crush my exitement! Nothing will crush my exitement! I cackled evilly in my head, mwahahahaha!! NOTHING!! But then the friendly talking machine started blabbering about the rules and all of that stuff. I giggled in my head when she walked past a blond-headed boy and the blond-headed boy's head went all the way back and thumped against the back of his chair. I turned my head to look at Mrs. Agar as she instructed. Then words came out of her again, telling about stuff. I wasn't really paying attention. I was playing with a little ant in my desk but I heard the kids in my class yell out some meaningless words again. Wahh, I thought, I wanna scream out random, meaningless things too! "Remember to stay on task an be your best!" Mrs. Agar yelled. I obviously wasn't doing that. The teacher walked over to my desk and said, "Put your backpack on your chair like this!" I was so exited. Oh my gosh! The teacher's at my desk! OH MY GOSH!! I thought, Using me as an example of goodness, how sweet of her! She poked my white and pink lightning-bolted backpack, which I put sideways on the chair so I'd look cool. I was so exited I couldn't pay attention to her words. I imagined feathery dove wings sprouting out of my shoulders and a halo floating above my head. But then they went POOF! when the teacher walked away from me. I turned sad for like, only a split second. And then I got hyper again. "Take all of your stuff out of your backpack," the teacher said, "You get Chance Cards when your good!" I did what she said. I had a scary light pink pencil box that I really wanted to paint blue, boring yellow pencils, a floral writing book that I really wanted to scribble on to make it less "girly", a binder with cute little kittens on it, and cool erasers shaped like stars. They looked cooool. And when she was done talking about the freaky rules and "customs" of her classroom, she talked about the orangish-yellow packet of stuff on everyone's desk. She opened her mouth again and said "They have papers inside of them-" I KNOW THAT ALREADY! I thought. The teacher continued, "that ask about you. Fill them out right now." A smile was forced onto my face when I thought of acting depressed. On this dumb writing sheet, I was going to make it sound like I had a terrible summer so my teacher would comfort me about it even though I made the story sound sadder than it really was. I took out my ugly, plain, yellow pencil and started jotting down my summer.
The summer was sad. I got teased by my evil twin sister Hailee. I was at a boat and I got really boatsick and puked. But I didn't know I puked on a jellyfish so the jellyfish was really mad. My mom cut her foot and I almost puked again because it was above her heel, where my pressure point was at the time. Just thinking about made me SICK! Then we got to my house. When I jumped out of the boat, barnacles scarred my leg and the first things I saw was my cousin's annoying dog. Once I was in the house, the dog chased me around. I screamed. The dog pounced and started clawing me up. But Flower, my golden cat with brown siamese markings and aqua eyes, saw the cursed dog, She jumped and started screaming, then ripped the dog into pieces. I was worried that my cousins would be upset if my cat killed their dog, so I yanked Flower out of the fight. The stupid dog was still barking. THE END.
Something about this story doesn't look right, I thought, but then I scribbled on the sides of the paper. Much better. I softy giggled at the sight of this story I made. I imagined horns growing from the top of my head and red bat wings coming out of my shoulders, also a red devil tail sticking out of my spine. I saw another paper too. I filled in my name, and gender. But then I saw allot of stupid, meaningless 'favorite' things. There was 'favoirte actor, favorite actoress, favorite song, favorite animal, favorite color,' and 'favorite hobby'. Erm... why the heck does she need to know this stuff? I thought. My mouth was tilted in the shape of a slash and I squinted my eyes to make a freaked-out face. But I filled out the meaningless sheet anyway, still a bit confused. But I was horrified when I saw another sheet, asking my adress and phone number and all of that. I left that blank, about to scream, "KIDNAPPER!"
Chapter 1- First day of School
I was exited and nervous at the same time. It was like a fireball burning inside of my stomach. I rushed down the dusty halls of my school to the new classroom, slammed the door open, and threw my backpack on the back of my chair, in a cool pose so people would think I'm cooooool. Rock on, me! I thought. There was a packet on my desk, colored off yellow. I was hyper and jittery and bouncy. I was vibrating like a motorboat. Oh my gosh I'm gonna start 4th grade now! I screamed in my mind. But I looked around and saw no familiar people at all exept for Stephen, Stephen and Tim. "Errr... oh, uhh.. I guess I could get alo-" I mumbled, my voice cut off by the teacher's yelling. "I'm your new teacher!" she announced. I looked at her with a blank face. Whoa, she's short, I thought. She walked around the classroom blabbering. I hoped to make her love me like I made my 3rd grade teacher love me. Then I could be teacher's pet and class clown at the same time like I did in 3rd grade! I was also wanting this teacher for a long time. Hopefully she was kind, since I HATE strict teachers. "My name is Mrs. Agar. Get it, got it," the teacher blabbered in her squeaky, high-pitched tone. Most the other kids surrounding me yelled, "GOOD!" What the heck!? I thought. A frown formed on my face. "Now again, get it, got it-" Mrs. Agar repeated. Now everyone this time exept for me, screamed, "GOOD!!" I didn't say it because it sounded stupid, but the retarded-ness of the simple phrase, 'get it got it good' wasn't going to crush my exitement! Nothing will crush my exitement! I cackled evilly in my head, mwahahahaha!! NOTHING!! But then the friendly talking machine started blabbering about the rules and all of that stuff. I giggled in my head when she walked past a blond-headed boy and the blond-headed boy's head went all the way back and thumped against the back of his chair. I turned my head to look at Mrs. Agar as she instructed. Then words came out of her again, telling about stuff. I wasn't really paying attention. I was playing with a little ant in my desk but I heard the kids in my class yell out some meaningless words again. Wahh, I thought, I wanna scream out random, meaningless things too! "Remember to stay on task an be your best!" Mrs. Agar yelled. I obviously wasn't doing that. The teacher walked over to my desk and said, "Put your backpack on your chair like this!" I was so exited. Oh my gosh! The teacher's at my desk! OH MY GOSH!! I thought, Using me as an example of goodness, how sweet of her! She poked my white and pink lightning-bolted backpack, which I put sideways on the chair so I'd look cool. I was so exited I couldn't pay attention to her words. I imagined feathery dove wings sprouting out of my shoulders and a halo floating above my head. But then they went POOF! when the teacher walked away from me. I turned sad for like, only a split second. And then I got hyper again. "Take all of your stuff out of your backpack," the teacher said, "You get Chance Cards when your good!" I did what she said. I had a scary light pink pencil box that I really wanted to paint blue, boring yellow pencils, a floral writing book that I really wanted to scribble on to make it less "girly", a binder with cute little kittens on it, and cool erasers shaped like stars. They looked cooool. And when she was done talking about the freaky rules and "customs" of her classroom, she talked about the orangish-yellow packet of stuff on everyone's desk. She opened her mouth again and said "They have papers inside of them-" I KNOW THAT ALREADY! I thought. The teacher continued, "that ask about you. Fill them out right now." A smile was forced onto my face when I thought of acting depressed. On this dumb writing sheet, I was going to make it sound like I had a terrible summer so my teacher would comfort me about it even though I made the story sound sadder than it really was. I took out my ugly, plain, yellow pencil and started jotting down my summer.
The summer was sad. I got teased by my evil twin sister Hailee. I was at a boat and I got really boatsick and puked. But I didn't know I puked on a jellyfish so the jellyfish was really mad. My mom cut her foot and I almost puked again because it was above her heel, where my pressure point was at the time. Just thinking about made me SICK! Then we got to my house. When I jumped out of the boat, barnacles scarred my leg and the first things I saw was my cousin's annoying dog. Once I was in the house, the dog chased me around. I screamed. The dog pounced and started clawing me up. But Flower, my golden cat with brown siamese markings and aqua eyes, saw the cursed dog, She jumped and started screaming, then ripped the dog into pieces. I was worried that my cousins would be upset if my cat killed their dog, so I yanked Flower out of the fight. The stupid dog was still barking. THE END.
Something about this story doesn't look right, I thought, but then I scribbled on the sides of the paper. Much better. I softy giggled at the sight of this story I made. I imagined horns growing from the top of my head and red bat wings coming out of my shoulders, also a red devil tail sticking out of my spine. I saw another paper too. I filled in my name, and gender. But then I saw allot of stupid, meaningless 'favorite' things. There was 'favoirte actor, favorite actoress, favorite song, favorite animal, favorite color,' and 'favorite hobby'. Erm... why the heck does she need to know this stuff? I thought. My mouth was tilted in the shape of a slash and I squinted my eyes to make a freaked-out face. But I filled out the meaningless sheet anyway, still a bit confused. But I was horrified when I saw another sheet, asking my adress and phone number and all of that. I left that blank, about to scream, "KIDNAPPER!"
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