As I walked in through the gate, the wind blowing through my hair. I feel as if all my problems were solved. But they were just beginning. The beginning of my junior year ( of course I'm not that young, it's just one flash back... ) I grip the schedule tight in my shaking hands. I look around to see if i could find any of my friends, wanting to join them now. I think to myself, " 7th grade and I'm standing here alone." The bell rings.
I see that I had some classmates from elementary, but they are the ones, you don't want to be too close to. Let's skip a little forward, shall we? For giving all the details will be like living through my life again. That which i would love to do. I would love to go back... to my 7th grade year. For that was.... my best year. You lready had figured out what this stories about. How authors will build up the tension, the feeling that makes you want to never put the book down. After giving you that speech, you expect m to go straight to the point. But to make this story,"Not boring," I wont. So that means you HAVE to read on. But... if you think it's too boring, you don't have to read it, mostly because I'm not forcing you to, and, your life's just like this one. Well, for my readers, this is a heads up for what you will face, even though this is from my 7th grade year, maybe i have faced these feelings earlier than you have.
 CoKaPoLArbeAr · Tue Mar 10, 2009 @ 07:20am · 1 Comments |
