My legs were starving to get out of my bindings on the last chair up the mountain. We had a huge day, starting on the first chair at 9am and now it's 3:45, quarter till closing.
February vacation was next week and everyone was excited. During the morning meeting, everyone took turns saying what they were doing. Rebecca was going to visit her cousin in New Mexico. Bobby was going to Paris. Betty was going to Louisiana.
Whats the most fun thing about growing up? I think its getting closer to my hope of future. I mean growing up is kind of scary, yeah, but its more exciting. I want to say that you really start growing up at 15.
One of the best days of my life was going to see the Eiffel Tower. I was in France with my aunt and uncle visiting my uncle’s family. I had been there for about a week and a half. For the first week we spent it in my uncle’s home town of Normandy.
Honestly I don't think I could pick just one day. But if I had to it would be any day with my three best friends. Maybe one of the days we went to the movies. Or maybe the day we jumped in a lake at night in the middle of winter.
(This is a story about a girl who got saved by this mystical thing.) It is another day of just sitting in front of a computer all day, just to listen to my teachers talk about useless stuff and then have them assign so much hard work to do.
His tousled hair and dripping clothes made him look like some middle-aged man who let his drinking problem go too far, which was absolutely true, but why would he want someone to view him as that, true or not.
I'm stuck in the same place. Not going anywhere. Just doing the same things everyday. Waking up, going to school, coming home, doing homework, having a night with the family, and then going to bed. Day after day the same things.
Another detention slip, this was Tony's third one this week. Tony never used to get detention; he was always a good kid. He went to class and did what he was told. Now he would skip class and mouth off to the teachers.