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I am 12 this year.My passion is to write and write tons of stories.I really like writing. People who come here please tell your friends to arrive here too.I would really love supports!
♥ Sunday, May 17, 2009
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After spending about 2 months in Randolph High Palace School. I have just a feeling of getting out of here. This place is not a school. Its hell! I couldn’t stand this anymore. There are so many violence going on here. Even though this is a golden gift, I knew it wasn’t to me. A few weeks ago I heard people talking about this group: Mr.Angels. I thought they were the only one who is you know unviolent.But I am so wrong. They even wanted to get a pupil to commit sucide! If I am not wrong there are 6 pupils in this group, I think they are the richest, everybody listens to them. After investigating, I found out that they were the great grand sons of this school’s founder. I see. Hats when trouble came…I was just walking happily to the grandeur cafeteria, more like a grand restaurant, I accidentally knocked into 5 of the Mr. Angels memebers.They were teaching a very innocent guy to me a lesson. I was demanding to call the police. How I thought, how stupid am i? I mean I knew they were the most violent pupils around here! So after that day I was terribly expose to shame and irratateness.I was like a prey for the whole school! First I was thrown out of class with my books drawn and pupils writing on walls blaming it were me. Then I was ashamed, unable to find my clothes after bathing. Missed the most important Track and field competition because I can’t find my running shoes. And lastly I was thrown eggs all over my UNIFORM and I told you my dad loves this uniform!Thats when I drew the line. I knew the Mr. Angels wanted me to say sorry to them. So I won’t! Lets see back then I was so irritated, And it was like the first time I cry. I was crying s loudly that when I found the person who proof that not all rich people are UN kind. It was surprising enough that he was from Mr. Angels; I guess he is Mr. Number 6 then. He comforted me as if I was a very good friend to him! ~~~~Fate~~~~
I was kind of in love with him but I knew he wouldn’t like me so I continued living. I was really much hated in the school. I did not really cameo wells I told myself, bear 4 more years! Suddenly wild thoughts rush through my mid-On my god! 4 more years! I am going to be dead by then!”Hey what are you thinking about?you seemed deeply in thoughts.”A sound sounded so secretive and snickering under its breath.I turned and…..
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I started me story @ 4:14 AM
♥ Saturday, May 16, 2009
My Life ~ 1st Chapter
I plunged open my book, wishing there was no need to revise on anything. Hoping that the test would not be hard. Hoping I would just lay down on the beach looking at the velvet sky with someone I love. Wishing I was surrounded by the comfort and the protection of the high mountians.Yes, I am just another ordinary 16 years old girl, hoping to meet someone I love really much and also really much hoping that there was no such thing as school. But one thing about me that was diffrent is that every girl from Pelpa town is wishing to marry a rich guy. For me I would just follow the flow and love someone which I have to. But different always changes to same. When I just turned 16, I was sent to a school with full of RICH ladies and guys because of helping an old lady in front of the principle of that school. If I was not wrong I think it was named Randolph High Palace School. It was said to be from a palace. But one thing I need not to worry is money. As the principle was willing to help me pay for all the fees.There is one thing I hate about rich people is that I know they aren’t generous, kind or any thing of the good kind but someone proof me wrong.I was really unwelcome the day I came to the school. Bullied and all but I know I was though, okay maybe let me tell you something ,I am a really rough kind of girl short form ,tomboy. I don’t really mind though. I actually wanted to quit this school but my father was so happy when he saw the uniform and said it was a hardly able to get reward. More about me? I live with my father alone. My mother died when I was 5.We are poor as compared to the rich kids or you could call me average. But even though we are average, I and my father lived happily in a small cottage. One thing I really hope for is to have sunlight shinning down on me at a beach with my lover besides me….. Ah……
I started me story @ 7:41 PM
