December 2009
5 posts
CHAPTER 5
Today in English class, Ms. Barber was teaching about guilty pleasures. A guilty pleasure is something that someone considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying. Basically, feeling guilty for enjoying something; in most cases something embarrassing.
Ms. Barber assigned everyone to write down a guilty pleasure of their’s and write on an index card. I wrote that I love Star Wars...
CHAPTER 4
“Missy, tell me why your smoking one of those. I never thought you’d sink this low.” I exclaimed.
“Eric said if I did he’d like me.” she replied.
Eric. The guy she been liking since fifth grade. The stuck up jock who uses girls just as much as he uses hair gel, a lot. Drug user and smoker. Attractive blue eyes and a mild Austraillian accent from his dad. Yes,...
CHAPTER 3
Missy been my best friend ever since we were in diapers. Our moms’ met at a yoga class years ago before we were both born and they’re best friends which automatically made us best friends as well. Although her name sounds obviously like a stuck up head cheerleader I assure she is no where near that category. I would define Missy as the sweet, outgoing, hilarious, random, amazing...
CHAPTER 2
There’s always that class, at least one class where your teacher seems pretty lost and doesn’t know what they’re doing. You think to yourself what the heck are they doing being a teacher when they don’t teach you nothing at all and don’t have control of the class. My History class falls patriculary in this category exactly. It was an average Wednesday. My stomach was...
CHAPTER UNO.
It was one of those days where you came home from a seriously frigid rainy day and you just want to cuddle under an incredibly warm blanket and snuggle tight with a good book; while sipping on some rich steamy hot cocoa. That’s what I exactly did. I made my hot cocoa with the special powder my aunt from Kansas sent me and added my favorite tiny rainbow marshmallows into my bright red mug...