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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
