There you are, minding your own business when the new girl who happens to be drop dead gorgeous sits at a desk across from you. She has only been attending your school for 1 day so she is sort of shy. Bad news… so are you. You and your socially awkward self starts to sweat, and sweat, and sweat, and then sweat a little more. You keep sweating profusely until New Girl scrunches her nose, looks over at you, and gets out of her seat to escape the overwhelming scent of B.O. You don’t blame her. If you could move away from yourself right now… you would. To make things even more hopeless, she goes and sits next to “hot boy Chad”. He is the captain of the soccer team and as much as you hate to admit it, he’s a total hunk! Boys want to be him and girls want to be with him. The only thing he lacks is a brain. Oh no! Chad turns to the new girl and starts talking. It only takes New Girl a few minutes to start batting her eyelashes, biting her bottom lip, and playing with her hair.
Hold the bow I say to you, Round the pinky also. The way you stand is just so bland And pay attention will you? I know you can do it, It just takes time, Practice energy and your mind. Follow the rhythm, Watch me a minute- Soon you will be the best violinist! wait... Don't make the strings out of tune, You'll sound worse then you already do!!
You know the feeling when you just defeated a video game after toiling forever on it? BEST. FEELING. EVAH! It took me legit YEARS to finish this one game on my family's ten-year-old Wii (cuz I'm just that lame and have nothing else to do), and I honestly feel like some sort of boss now. Well, a Wii boss. Not that spectacular, but I feel great! I got it something like eight years ago and JUST finishing it now. took me awhile, but I did it!! WOO-HOO!!!
it's probably one of the most famous comfort foods known to mankind... A sandwich! I remember that sandwich like it was just yesterday. Which... it was. Sara Lee white bread, Layers of spicy turkey, Crisp, just-washed lettuce, Creamy mayonnaise, Delectable Land-O-Lakes cheese... And a sandwich pickle to top it all off.
When you're hangry, you fantasize about food; and in my case... A homemade sandwich is what I dream about.
It's interesting, really, that a sandwich sounds appetizing to you, because you've never—never, in all of your 15 years—liked sandwiches before. Sure, cheeseburgers and grilled cheese have always been hits, but... Deli meat with lettuce and cheese between two pieces of bread? Wow. And sauce? Since when have you tolerated sauce? When you were younger (maybe even a week ago), you picked apart your sandwiches and ate each layer one by one. First the meat, then the lettuce, then the tomatoes, saving the cheese (if it was good cheese) for last... and maybe you'd eat a slice of the bread. If it was nice bread, and it wasn't covered in sauce. Somehow, out of the blue, you've decided that you like sandwiches. Whole. Eaten together, even if you did scrape the sauce off. It's like you're a new person, inducted into the world of Normal People. Normal People who eat their sandwiches the way they're supposed to be eaten.
April 25, 2019 *ahem* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?
April 26, 2019 Dear Diary, Allow me to clarify from yesterday. Why, dear God, did you allow school to be this terrible?! With AP exams, SATs, chorus concerts, track meets, various club/society meetings, finals, science NECAPs, marching practice, mini school concerts, AND prom on everyone's mind, how can we be expect us to focus things like... friends. Or, healthy eating and sleeping. Or like grades. Wow, who'da thunk that even with our terrible class, we're all almost seniors. We need to step up our game, I'm the who do pretty much everything . April 27, 2019 Dear Diary, We now continue with our regularly scheduled program: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJJJJ
It was that day, the day my life had went horribly wrong. That day, I had just came back from a chinese pawn shop, with some pink hair dye for myself. As soon as I got home, I hopped in the bathroom and put on the dye. The bottle stated, read the instructions really carefully, but I thought that reading them was a waste of time and not important. Later that day, after I had put on the pink hair dye, I noticed bits of my hair were falling off, not really caring that much, I continued watching tv, but as the hours pass, more and more kept falling off. There I decided I was gonna go to the bathroom mirror to see what was going on, as I walk into the bathroom, I look in the mirror, and notice i'm bald. Wondering what had happened to my hair I think back to when I put on the hair dye, I go grab the hair dye bottle and peal off the label, there was a second label that said hair removal cream.
I have been wanting to dye my hair for a while, but I was worried about what other people would think of me. Eventually, I got up the nerve to dye my hair, so I went to the store and bought the big yellow bottle that obnoxiously said DYE on it in big blue letters. As soon as I bought it, I went home and dyed my hair with the dye I bought before I had any second thoughts. But as soon as I rinsed out the excess dye, I knew something was wrong. Seriously wrong. My hair was dry, much more than it is supposed to be and it is drying out more and more. I grabbed the bottle and voraciously read the fine print. Turns out it wasn’t hair dye, but DYE standing for Dissolving Yellow Elixer, which is a strange company who makes a patented acid that is safe on skin. I learned the hard way that it is not safe for hair, for my hair is so dry it just physically disappearing from the earth. I am so bald now that I couldn’t have done a better job if I went to a barber to get my head shaved. Whoops.
Luck is a gift; a gift that Patrick does not possess. He had hope at one point, but now he’s fully convinced that he’s somehow cursed. Maybe it’s part of being a teenager, but he’s still not too sure. Everyone has some misfortunes at times, yes, but not typically a tragedy a day. While the tragedies aren’t absolutely horrible, they are enough to send Patrick into some form of an existential crisis, asking himself what he could’ve possibly done to receive such horrible luck.
Now, Patrick does have good days, but they aren’t very common. It’s more likely that he’ll somehow drop an amp on the toes of his sneakers while trying to lug the band equipment back into the van after a show than it would be to find a stray ten-dollar bill in one of his pockets. It’s always the little things that count, he likes to tell himself. It’s a comforting statement at this point for him.
I have made a grave mistake. The world was falling apart, crime and poverty was an everyday occurrence. I was supposed to be the one that made the rule that would save humanity and I messed up really badly. I made up the rule that everyone rich could get more money.At the time it felt like a good idea because I was about to buy four golf courses and the Galapagos Island but looking back out of my many smart decision making that wasn’t in my top 30. Greedily, the poor who were committing the crimes because they needed the money were outraged and rebelled against the government. They had numbers so now the whole world is chaos and even though usually I am very smart I don’t know what to do. Anyway, I was writing to you because you can’t make the same mistake as I did even though it was really not that bad. From, Donald Trump.
The alarm strikes obnoxiously at 4:45 a.m. I slam the top of it and it falls to the ground. I open my eyes to the sun shining through them. Clock reads; 8:56. AWESOME. Late. I sprint to the shower, now deprived of hot water. Now fully awake and covered in frostbite, I grab my stuff, get dressed, and drive to school.
The space between the gas needle and E could not be a more accurate depiction of my patience left after this hour into the day. I arrive at school at 10:23, greeted with a nice yellow paper reserving my time for 45 minutes after school. "Test tomorrow!" my math teacher projects as I open the door, and the bell rings and my whole class floods out.
I get to lunch, and realize I forgot my lunch box on the counter. So I sit there, starved, uneducated, and a mess.
Kid: Hello! Teacher: Hello Jeff. Kid: Do you think we could not have homework on Wednesdays? Teacher: Why wouldn't I give your class homework, you're the most annoying class I have. Kid: Yes, but we could clean your room for you. Teacher: Yes, but I cleaned it yesterday. Kid: It would be less work for you to do. Teacher: I already have a lot of work to do for my other classes, what's another couple of terrible essays to grade? Kid: What if we made a deal? Teacher: I'm listening. Kid: What if every Wednesday you don't give us homework, on the condition that we clean AND organize your room every Thursday during free period? Teacher: That sounds Great! Kid: Really!? Teacher: Ha, no I want a five page essay by the end of the week about the Civil War. Kid: Hahaha, you're just being sarcastic again right? Teacher: No.
I stand watching as the wind wissels and whips past my window frame. The bugs are out today, I can tell by thier Buazzing and Buauauzing. I think slowly about the day that has passed. the troubles, the woubles, my cat sofly mews as she takes her perch on my head, licking my earlobe afctionatly, as if to reasure me, that everything will be okay. I have a plan. But instead of reasure me this time, my cat releases her kindeys, thier eyes smiling at me. Her teeth slowly eat my hair, until there is none left. All freshly pulled, in the shredded pile by my feet. But I know, no matter what, I will keep on chomping through the day.
My first memory from when i was a little kid, i have a really bad memory so i dont remeber a lot. The first thing i ever remeber was i was at the killington daycare and my mom worked at killington and it was nap time, i didnt like nap time, so when the daycare people thought everyone was alseep i snuck over to door, but the door had a baby proof handle so it took me a while to figure it out but i eventually got it, then i looked both ways in the hall way to make sure no one saw me seeking out, then i ran across the hall to the other room. THERE WAS THE TEACHER i quickly ran around the corner to my moms office. She was mad then she procided to tell me how i do it every day so i sat in her office till napped time was over eating cheese doodles then nap time was over, and i could go play again.
Heyyyy creator, ya know when you made me you didn't have to make me a lazy slouch. This is my third time late to school... today. I don't know how that's possible but you did it, thanks a lot dude. Hi people reading this, my name is Kyle, and i'm a work of fiction by my creator. His nicknames Richard (if you get my meaning). He's a nice fella when he wants to be, but he usually isn't. He likes to make short storys where people are super lazy or depressed. Probably because he's always like that himself. It's the only way he can express himself. When he made me a fourth wall breaker, he didn't realize he would lose control over me. Neither did I to be honest. It's magical that i'm living, and i'm trying to figure out why this is happening. Maybe if you changed my personality, I could figure it out RICHARD. Him and I are not buddies, but i'm trying to help him get back on his feet so I can find my purpose in life. I know deep right.