Okay, so I am going to try something risk a story about my actual life.
I, personally, think that my life is pretty boring, but after my friend, Annie, reading a short personal narrative of mine, she insisted I make it a story.
So, I did.
I don't know how long this will last, or even if I will write another chapter, just...
Bear with me.
Chapter List
Illsusion(Seen Below)
Hormone
Birthday
Hilarious
Lycanthrope
Squirrel
Autumn
Pummel
Affection
Sad
Guilt
End
1. This is a story about how my life really is.
2. I am still in school, middle school in fact.
3. I have 4 siblings, two of them being step-siblings.
4. I am a teenage girl with hormones working on overboard, I know I am going to sound crazy sometimes.
As a large majority of my days start, I wake up hearing the sound of my mother’s voice. I immediately jump out of bed, while my little step-sister still tries to open her eyes. I rush into the bathroom to quickly get my hair fixed and teeth brushed. My messy scrawl of blonde hair is parted the right way, and then brushed a bit. It's pretty short now, so I don't have to do much to take care of it. Then, I slip on my glasses and start getting dressed.
I don't think I need to explain that.
After getting ready, I wait for my siblings to get ready while doing some chores. At 7:10, we leave for school as we do almost every day. My bus stop is at the old elementary school, which is just across the street of the new elementary school. My 3 younger siblings, Gabby, Ian, and Henry, all go to the elementary school while Kelby and I wait at the middle school bus stop.
I walk over to my friends, while Kelby goes off to play football with his friends.
The majority of the people at my school are just complete idiots. I mean, either we, as in my group of nerd friends, are super-genius material, or the rest of the school is just...dumb.
If you don't believe me, please read this quoted conversation. I put it in chat format, but it was actually a talking sort of thing.
<Aggs>What do you want, Stephany?
<Steph>I want you to spell something for me?
<Aggs>What is it I need to spell?
<Steph>How do you spell green?
Let's just stop right there. I don't think I need to say anything else for you to get my point.
I wish my school was just like PokeBeach.
You would have your general scholars, like Zyflair and ShiningRaikou, you would have your class clowns, like bacon and meaty, you would have your bullies, like dmaster (dmaster smash!) you would have the art freaks, like CrystalHikara and SuperSlueth, and then, you would have the gamers, like me and nabby101.
Then, school would be freaking amazing!
In the middle of English, dmaster and jirichink would being playing the TCG, and jirichink would win the game. Then, dmaster would flip the desk over and scream "DMASTER SMASH!!!"
Of course, this whole time he would be wearing a mascot-head-version of a Gyrados.
School would be the bright side of my day.
But, PokeBeach isn't a school and probably will never be one. But, a girl can dream.
My three friends, Annie, Eric, and Madeline, were waiting there for me. Annie is my best friend. She is a negative nerd who dreams of becoming a Hogwarts Witch. I can't really judge her, seeing as how I dream of Pokemon becoming real.
Eric, my other friend, isn't that much of a nerd in the first place. He is what we call a "redneck". He is never offended by this term, kind of like how a lot of you reading this wouldn't be offended if I called you a nerd. Still, he has always been by our side and also, I think he has a crush on Annie.
The last of our group is Madeline. Madeline kind of stands out because she is a grade below us, but still, she funny and exciting. Put together, we would make a great reality show. It would be like Big Brother. Everybody would watch us and think about how stupid, funny, and dramatic we are.
The bus ride to school almost kills me that day. With eighty-three kids on a bus that was made to hold only seventy-five, it's three (sometimes four) to a seat. Adding the factor of the midget 6th graders screaming every time we hit a bump and it's like you're taking a ride to the Reverse World. (Ha...ha…Pokemon joke.)
Arriving at school, Mr. Adkins, my principle, pulled me into the metal detecting line. I couldn't really blame him; I was a vicious looking child, with my short figure, still having baby fat, with my obviously dangerous looking eyes. Please imagine me saying that with a huge sarcastic tone.
I'm said to be clear as they finish investigating my bag, even though I put my DS at the bottom, they still didn't bother to check that well.
I don't know whether to get glad that my DS wasn't taken, or to be disappointed with the fact that I could be carrying a small knife in my bag and they would have never found it.
Let’s just picture that for a second. Me, with a knife. I would probably walk around screaming “MY NAME IS SNUGGLES! BOW DOWN TO ME OR ELSE I WILL STAB YOU!” just to see if I actually scare anyone.
Yearbook is my first class of my day. I LOVE that class. I mean, it's freaking awesome! You get to walk around and take pictures of people for a grade. I even invented something with my friend Eric in that class. We were talking about how it sucks when you can’t do a chicken fight if you’re not in a pool. Then, it just came to me. (EUREKA!)
“Why don’t we fight with arms…formed like a wing?” It was genius. I couldn’t believe that I had come up with it. It was truly beautiful! (Imagine a tear coming down my face.)
So, we came up with the game “On-Land Chicken Fight” Basically, you try to attack you opponent with your elbow, eyes closed, and randomly screaming “BOCK!”
I must be a super genius.
I move on through my core classes, which are too boring to write about.
My last class is band.
I am the only girl-percussionist in the whole band.
In the first year of band, we had ten percussionists. There was one other girl that was in the 6th grade section of the band. The nest year, she quit, along with eight percussionists. That leaves me, and my fellow musician, River.
We don't really talk much to each other, but we kind of our different views.
You say we are the survivors
Now, as I sit here, playing a pokemon card game with seven other people, writing this story with notes app on my iPhone, wonder how many people are going to read this story, how many people are actually going to reply, whether I will get positive or negative advice, or how soon my Leafeon us going to die in the card game.
I hope you enjoyed the read.
I, personally, think that my life is pretty boring, but after my friend, Annie, reading a short personal narrative of mine, she insisted I make it a story.
So, I did.
I don't know how long this will last, or even if I will write another chapter, just...
Bear with me.
Chapter List
Illsusion(Seen Below)
Hormone
Birthday
Hilarious
Lycanthrope
Squirrel
Autumn
Pummel
Affection
Sad
Guilt
End
Il-Lu-Sion
Noun (il loo zuhn)
Anything that misleads, confuses, or dazzles a person or creature.
Before you start actually reading this story, I need to explain a few things.Noun (il loo zuhn)
Anything that misleads, confuses, or dazzles a person or creature.
1. This is a story about how my life really is.
2. I am still in school, middle school in fact.
3. I have 4 siblings, two of them being step-siblings.
4. I am a teenage girl with hormones working on overboard, I know I am going to sound crazy sometimes.
As a large majority of my days start, I wake up hearing the sound of my mother’s voice. I immediately jump out of bed, while my little step-sister still tries to open her eyes. I rush into the bathroom to quickly get my hair fixed and teeth brushed. My messy scrawl of blonde hair is parted the right way, and then brushed a bit. It's pretty short now, so I don't have to do much to take care of it. Then, I slip on my glasses and start getting dressed.
I don't think I need to explain that.
After getting ready, I wait for my siblings to get ready while doing some chores. At 7:10, we leave for school as we do almost every day. My bus stop is at the old elementary school, which is just across the street of the new elementary school. My 3 younger siblings, Gabby, Ian, and Henry, all go to the elementary school while Kelby and I wait at the middle school bus stop.
I walk over to my friends, while Kelby goes off to play football with his friends.
The majority of the people at my school are just complete idiots. I mean, either we, as in my group of nerd friends, are super-genius material, or the rest of the school is just...dumb.
If you don't believe me, please read this quoted conversation. I put it in chat format, but it was actually a talking sort of thing.
<Aggs>What do you want, Stephany?
<Steph>I want you to spell something for me?
<Aggs>What is it I need to spell?
<Steph>How do you spell green?
Let's just stop right there. I don't think I need to say anything else for you to get my point.
I wish my school was just like PokeBeach.
You would have your general scholars, like Zyflair and ShiningRaikou, you would have your class clowns, like bacon and meaty, you would have your bullies, like dmaster (dmaster smash!) you would have the art freaks, like CrystalHikara and SuperSlueth, and then, you would have the gamers, like me and nabby101.
Then, school would be freaking amazing!
In the middle of English, dmaster and jirichink would being playing the TCG, and jirichink would win the game. Then, dmaster would flip the desk over and scream "DMASTER SMASH!!!"
Of course, this whole time he would be wearing a mascot-head-version of a Gyrados.
School would be the bright side of my day.
But, PokeBeach isn't a school and probably will never be one. But, a girl can dream.
My three friends, Annie, Eric, and Madeline, were waiting there for me. Annie is my best friend. She is a negative nerd who dreams of becoming a Hogwarts Witch. I can't really judge her, seeing as how I dream of Pokemon becoming real.
Eric, my other friend, isn't that much of a nerd in the first place. He is what we call a "redneck". He is never offended by this term, kind of like how a lot of you reading this wouldn't be offended if I called you a nerd. Still, he has always been by our side and also, I think he has a crush on Annie.
The last of our group is Madeline. Madeline kind of stands out because she is a grade below us, but still, she funny and exciting. Put together, we would make a great reality show. It would be like Big Brother. Everybody would watch us and think about how stupid, funny, and dramatic we are.
The bus ride to school almost kills me that day. With eighty-three kids on a bus that was made to hold only seventy-five, it's three (sometimes four) to a seat. Adding the factor of the midget 6th graders screaming every time we hit a bump and it's like you're taking a ride to the Reverse World. (Ha...ha…Pokemon joke.)
Arriving at school, Mr. Adkins, my principle, pulled me into the metal detecting line. I couldn't really blame him; I was a vicious looking child, with my short figure, still having baby fat, with my obviously dangerous looking eyes. Please imagine me saying that with a huge sarcastic tone.
I'm said to be clear as they finish investigating my bag, even though I put my DS at the bottom, they still didn't bother to check that well.
I don't know whether to get glad that my DS wasn't taken, or to be disappointed with the fact that I could be carrying a small knife in my bag and they would have never found it.
Let’s just picture that for a second. Me, with a knife. I would probably walk around screaming “MY NAME IS SNUGGLES! BOW DOWN TO ME OR ELSE I WILL STAB YOU!” just to see if I actually scare anyone.
Yearbook is my first class of my day. I LOVE that class. I mean, it's freaking awesome! You get to walk around and take pictures of people for a grade. I even invented something with my friend Eric in that class. We were talking about how it sucks when you can’t do a chicken fight if you’re not in a pool. Then, it just came to me. (EUREKA!)
“Why don’t we fight with arms…formed like a wing?” It was genius. I couldn’t believe that I had come up with it. It was truly beautiful! (Imagine a tear coming down my face.)
So, we came up with the game “On-Land Chicken Fight” Basically, you try to attack you opponent with your elbow, eyes closed, and randomly screaming “BOCK!”
I must be a super genius.
I move on through my core classes, which are too boring to write about.
My last class is band.
I am the only girl-percussionist in the whole band.
In the first year of band, we had ten percussionists. There was one other girl that was in the 6th grade section of the band. The nest year, she quit, along with eight percussionists. That leaves me, and my fellow musician, River.
We don't really talk much to each other, but we kind of our different views.
You say we are the survivors
Now, as I sit here, playing a pokemon card game with seven other people, writing this story with notes app on my iPhone, wonder how many people are going to read this story, how many people are actually going to reply, whether I will get positive or negative advice, or how soon my Leafeon us going to die in the card game.
I hope you enjoyed the read.
