Chapter one –
Unlike the last few months the last three days had broken out of the tedious routine my days had grown tired and used to. My دن took the same route as every other one that was until I had to دکھائیں the new girl… Briara, where her locker was. Briara was cheerful and happy, dressed in an array of exotic bright colours that not only made me want to vomit but shield my eyes, her outfit an extreme contrast to my alternate altered clothing. My plain black vest top, freshly ripped into a V-neck with added buttons and a tie, matched only with skinny jeans in a dark grey. My dress style matched my hair, black with crimson highlights, Briara’s perfect blonde hair seemed to send alarm bells off in my head. Two words came to mind, FUTURE CHEERLEADER.
A cheerleader my worst enemies, they judge and degrade. I don’t mean to judge myself but the last blonde in colourful clothing I got asked to دکھائیں around is now bottom left on the pyramid, the blonde before that centre right – I think they give me the blondes just because they want to annoy me – and the first blonde I ever showed around Clarisse, Queen Bitch, head cheerleader and class president.
Anyway I caught Briara eyeing up Ash, the hottest, cutest, kindest, sweetest guy in the entire school. Ash’s real name is Robin but he told me when we were young to call him Ash always Ash, so I always have. Clarisse, Vanessa, Crystal, Rochelle, Louise and now Briara all want him; of course if he ever starts dating Clarisse will get dibs. I once had a crush but that آگ کے, آگ burnt out a long time ago, the دن I went from normal to Goth. See my childhood wasn’t crap but it wasn’t amazing, people کہا I always smiled but after my Nan passed I couldn’t find it in me to smile and be happy, the light had gone. I went from bottom right on the pyramid to a fist fight with a wrestler chick. I wouldn’t want to be that girl again and I don’t want my Nan back, as much as I miss her it was her time and I’m grateful for her last act of love towards me, to help me see clearly.
Just as predicted in that one دن Briara had ended Katia’s pyramid life and got her place on the pyramid. The pyramid isn’t just out on the field یا in the gym; the pyramid is the order of status; Clarisse at the سب, سب سے اوپر doing flips and tricks and landing safely every time, followed سے طرف کی Rochelle and Louise, then Vanessa, Crystal and Briara, then the spotters and catchers with those who do unimportant small tricks around them. They always work in the groups and آپ never, catch Clarisse without at least two other “Attitude Cats”.
It was a headache to even know this school; I am truthfully pretty sure my teachers hate me they don’t always do it openly but I know somehow I get on their nerves. I count it as a talent I can make most people hate me within two سیکنڈ – and that’s when I’m not trying – I never want people around me any more. I have a best friend but she had to move, she’s now 3 States away.
I spent the rest of my دن getting into fights, breaking jaws, giving black eyes and in detention. My biggest achievement was Clarisse, she came up to me the entire squad behind her but leaving enough room for passers-by to watch and told me to stop being a freak then pushed me into a locker. Now lately my temper has had me acting up more, I asked her to take her hand off me… she didn’t so I broke that perfect pretty little nose of hers, then grabbed a flip چھری and chopped random pieces of her hair off. I then walked away and so everyone including me knows she will have her revenge on me.
I know if I watch my back I will survive, no one else would watch it. I had 3 periods left after that, Trig, chemistry and English Lit. Unlike most people these 3 lessons were “ma thing”, trig is easy sin- opp/hyp cos- adj/hyp tan-opp/adj, basic trig. Chemistry is the periodic میز, جدول simple, hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon… electronic structure protons, neutrons, easy. English lit, analysing work, quotes key words, information. For some reason I sit اگلے to Ash in all these classes, not like we talk, a quick “hey” یا discussing the work but we never really talk. I am one of the few people who know about his ہوم life because our parents are friends. I know he escaped going into foster, he has anger issues and has a violent streak in him. Born and raised in Philly he had to look after himself when he was out; he was near the سب, سب سے اوپر of the food chain and rarely lost a fight if ever. He has چھری skills and owns a gun. I know مزید about him than any other in this school. He once opened up to me told me, he wasn’t proud of what he had done but he had survived and he didn’t tend to regret any of it. I was always who he came to, then people were all over him, trying to beat stuff out of me, so he stopped.
After finishing the دن I returned ہوم to find someone had broken into my house. I felt angry; nothing was taken from anywhere, nowhere ransacked except my room! What would I have to hide in my room, a whole house and my room, I just didn’t understand. It made no sense to me, if آپ are going to break in at least take the laptop یا IPod but no just make it a mess I was undoubtedly going to be blamed for. For God sake if this was that little bitches’ way of revenge she was DEAD no way would she get away with it.
Unlike the last few months the last three days had broken out of the tedious routine my days had grown tired and used to. My دن took the same route as every other one that was until I had to دکھائیں the new girl… Briara, where her locker was. Briara was cheerful and happy, dressed in an array of exotic bright colours that not only made me want to vomit but shield my eyes, her outfit an extreme contrast to my alternate altered clothing. My plain black vest top, freshly ripped into a V-neck with added buttons and a tie, matched only with skinny jeans in a dark grey. My dress style matched my hair, black with crimson highlights, Briara’s perfect blonde hair seemed to send alarm bells off in my head. Two words came to mind, FUTURE CHEERLEADER.
A cheerleader my worst enemies, they judge and degrade. I don’t mean to judge myself but the last blonde in colourful clothing I got asked to دکھائیں around is now bottom left on the pyramid, the blonde before that centre right – I think they give me the blondes just because they want to annoy me – and the first blonde I ever showed around Clarisse, Queen Bitch, head cheerleader and class president.
Anyway I caught Briara eyeing up Ash, the hottest, cutest, kindest, sweetest guy in the entire school. Ash’s real name is Robin but he told me when we were young to call him Ash always Ash, so I always have. Clarisse, Vanessa, Crystal, Rochelle, Louise and now Briara all want him; of course if he ever starts dating Clarisse will get dibs. I once had a crush but that آگ کے, آگ burnt out a long time ago, the دن I went from normal to Goth. See my childhood wasn’t crap but it wasn’t amazing, people کہا I always smiled but after my Nan passed I couldn’t find it in me to smile and be happy, the light had gone. I went from bottom right on the pyramid to a fist fight with a wrestler chick. I wouldn’t want to be that girl again and I don’t want my Nan back, as much as I miss her it was her time and I’m grateful for her last act of love towards me, to help me see clearly.
Just as predicted in that one دن Briara had ended Katia’s pyramid life and got her place on the pyramid. The pyramid isn’t just out on the field یا in the gym; the pyramid is the order of status; Clarisse at the سب, سب سے اوپر doing flips and tricks and landing safely every time, followed سے طرف کی Rochelle and Louise, then Vanessa, Crystal and Briara, then the spotters and catchers with those who do unimportant small tricks around them. They always work in the groups and آپ never, catch Clarisse without at least two other “Attitude Cats”.
It was a headache to even know this school; I am truthfully pretty sure my teachers hate me they don’t always do it openly but I know somehow I get on their nerves. I count it as a talent I can make most people hate me within two سیکنڈ – and that’s when I’m not trying – I never want people around me any more. I have a best friend but she had to move, she’s now 3 States away.
I spent the rest of my دن getting into fights, breaking jaws, giving black eyes and in detention. My biggest achievement was Clarisse, she came up to me the entire squad behind her but leaving enough room for passers-by to watch and told me to stop being a freak then pushed me into a locker. Now lately my temper has had me acting up more, I asked her to take her hand off me… she didn’t so I broke that perfect pretty little nose of hers, then grabbed a flip چھری and chopped random pieces of her hair off. I then walked away and so everyone including me knows she will have her revenge on me.
I know if I watch my back I will survive, no one else would watch it. I had 3 periods left after that, Trig, chemistry and English Lit. Unlike most people these 3 lessons were “ma thing”, trig is easy sin- opp/hyp cos- adj/hyp tan-opp/adj, basic trig. Chemistry is the periodic میز, جدول simple, hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon… electronic structure protons, neutrons, easy. English lit, analysing work, quotes key words, information. For some reason I sit اگلے to Ash in all these classes, not like we talk, a quick “hey” یا discussing the work but we never really talk. I am one of the few people who know about his ہوم life because our parents are friends. I know he escaped going into foster, he has anger issues and has a violent streak in him. Born and raised in Philly he had to look after himself when he was out; he was near the سب, سب سے اوپر of the food chain and rarely lost a fight if ever. He has چھری skills and owns a gun. I know مزید about him than any other in this school. He once opened up to me told me, he wasn’t proud of what he had done but he had survived and he didn’t tend to regret any of it. I was always who he came to, then people were all over him, trying to beat stuff out of me, so he stopped.
After finishing the دن I returned ہوم to find someone had broken into my house. I felt angry; nothing was taken from anywhere, nowhere ransacked except my room! What would I have to hide in my room, a whole house and my room, I just didn’t understand. It made no sense to me, if آپ are going to break in at least take the laptop یا IPod but no just make it a mess I was undoubtedly going to be blamed for. For God sake if this was that little bitches’ way of revenge she was DEAD no way would she get away with it.
Laughing heals the soul. What makes آپ laugh? Were all different. As a writer in training I'm experimenting on the"fun factor". Down the page are some funny stuff and I'd like to know which one makes آپ laugh the most. If آپ found a funny pic please post it and please تبصرہ on the pictures.
Now like I've کہا we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've کہا we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To دکھائیں no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To دکھائیں no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win