As I weaved through the crowded hallway, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student o something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallway made me dizzy with fear. I stood in this hallway and whined, begging for her not to leave. This is where I shared the last hug I will ever share with Annabella. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When te know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I had a hard life. We all do. I lived in a small mountain town in North Carolina with my father. We lived in a seemingly-microscopic cabina of logs, along with our hound dog Cleetus. Mom was gone- had been gone- for a while now. I blamed it all on her- for going, for leaving me without a goodbye. I needed her and I couldn't have her soft spoken, comforting words. It was allher fault. I blamed it on her because there wasn't anyone else to blame it on.
Mom would have dato me that warm smile only moms can give and a hug that's worth più words than I can imagine. She would have detto that Annabella was still in our hearts. Sometimes Dad tries to pass off with of her lines like that one, but most of the time he just ignores my tears.
I flashed back to the present to find myself leaning against a locker for support, like it was all I had left. And to be honest, it probably was.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded my face and streamed down to my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'Carson's actually crying?' I wished those faint words were the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my sede, sedile and cover my eyes like a three anno old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching fragola Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck da lightning o something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The campana, bell rings and I bang my head against the closest locker. My head sounded hollow, too stupid to make a decision. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. I looked drunk. Completely, utterly drunk.
I start to wonder which would make Papa the most furious- skipping class o getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; "Carson is in the middle of a hangover...?" Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed. People changed. Maybe it was me that changed.
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, successivo period with last weeks' home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares più about Cleetus, our hound dog, than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan- he was one of them. Them- I didn't know I was becoming one of them. They were Emo. They were slackers. They were most of the population at our school. Ethan was one of them. Ethan- he was Annabella's crush. He was also rich. Maybe not to you, but I was like a kid. Just 100 bucks seemed like all the money in the world.
Ethan thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I needed something to get my mind off of this pain in my heart. Maybe Ethan thought I wanted to burn myself, o maybe he thought I planned to light a joint- but what I wanted was something to warm my mouth so when the nurse examined me she would see my 'fever' and send me home. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned in my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat to catch her attention but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
*to be edited and improved*
I had a hard life. We all do. I lived in a small mountain town in North Carolina with my father. We lived in a seemingly-microscopic cabina of logs, along with our hound dog Cleetus. Mom was gone- had been gone- for a while now. I blamed it all on her- for going, for leaving me without a goodbye. I needed her and I couldn't have her soft spoken, comforting words. It was allher fault. I blamed it on her because there wasn't anyone else to blame it on.
Mom would have dato me that warm smile only moms can give and a hug that's worth più words than I can imagine. She would have detto that Annabella was still in our hearts. Sometimes Dad tries to pass off with of her lines like that one, but most of the time he just ignores my tears.
I flashed back to the present to find myself leaning against a locker for support, like it was all I had left. And to be honest, it probably was.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded my face and streamed down to my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'Carson's actually crying?' I wished those faint words were the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my sede, sedile and cover my eyes like a three anno old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching fragola Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck da lightning o something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The campana, bell rings and I bang my head against the closest locker. My head sounded hollow, too stupid to make a decision. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. I looked drunk. Completely, utterly drunk.
I start to wonder which would make Papa the most furious- skipping class o getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; "Carson is in the middle of a hangover...?" Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed. People changed. Maybe it was me that changed.
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, successivo period with last weeks' home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares più about Cleetus, our hound dog, than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan- he was one of them. Them- I didn't know I was becoming one of them. They were Emo. They were slackers. They were most of the population at our school. Ethan was one of them. Ethan- he was Annabella's crush. He was also rich. Maybe not to you, but I was like a kid. Just 100 bucks seemed like all the money in the world.
Ethan thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I needed something to get my mind off of this pain in my heart. Maybe Ethan thought I wanted to burn myself, o maybe he thought I planned to light a joint- but what I wanted was something to warm my mouth so when the nurse examined me she would see my 'fever' and send me home. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned in my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat to catch her attention but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
*to be edited and improved*
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1. Chickens say jerk jerk.
2. Cows say moop moop meep.
3. Bunnies say chirp chirp.
4. Lobsters say clurp clurp clurp.
5. Chickens say burgack burgack.
6. Draghi say shlurp shlurp.
7. Snakes say slither tither slither tither.
8. Elephants say near near fear near.
9. Moose say poooo poooo low.
10. Bears say guro guro guro.
11. Alligators say pow pow bow pow.
12. pesce say blub blub blub.
13. unicorni say ashshnifafurfur.
14. Monkeys say quack quack quack brack.
15. Frogs say rebite rebite.
2. Cows say moop moop meep.
3. Bunnies say chirp chirp.
4. Lobsters say clurp clurp clurp.
5. Chickens say burgack burgack.
6. Draghi say shlurp shlurp.
7. Snakes say slither tither slither tither.
8. Elephants say near near fear near.
9. Moose say poooo poooo low.
10. Bears say guro guro guro.
11. Alligators say pow pow bow pow.
12. pesce say blub blub blub.
13. unicorni say ashshnifafurfur.
14. Monkeys say quack quack quack brack.
15. Frogs say rebite rebite.
another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when te hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when te hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
chitarra by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if te think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if te just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if te think that we cant sing it faster then te wrong but itll help if te just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if te just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
"
wirtten by:sponge bob
chitarra by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if te think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if te just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if te think that we cant sing it faster then te wrong but itll help if te just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if te just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
"
A husband went to the doctor and tells the doctor
"I think my wife is going deaf"
-Doc-"Just to find out do this test on her
stand 50 feet away from her and ask her something if she doesn't respond sposta 10 feet closer and try the same thing as so forth"
So the husbad got home and found the wife preparing cena and asks her
"Honey, Whats for dinner" No reply
he moves 10 feet closer and tries again
"honey whats for dinner" No reply
so he moved 10 più feet closer and tries again
"honey whats for dinner" she risposte back and says
"For the third freaking time its chicken"
"I think my wife is going deaf"
-Doc-"Just to find out do this test on her
stand 50 feet away from her and ask her something if she doesn't respond sposta 10 feet closer and try the same thing as so forth"
So the husbad got home and found the wife preparing cena and asks her
"Honey, Whats for dinner" No reply
he moves 10 feet closer and tries again
"honey whats for dinner" No reply
so he moved 10 più feet closer and tries again
"honey whats for dinner" she risposte back and says
"For the third freaking time its chicken"
Washington Post Competition asked for a two line rhyme with the most romantic first line and least romantic secondo line.
This is the (hands down!!) winner...
'My darling,my love,my beautiful life;
Marrying te simply demolished my life.
I see your face when i'm dreaming;
That's why i always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and HOT;
This describes everything you're not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take the paper bag off your face.
I Amore your smile, your face, your eyes;
Damn,I'm good at telling lies!!!.'
This is the (hands down!!) winner...
'My darling,my love,my beautiful life;
Marrying te simply demolished my life.
I see your face when i'm dreaming;
That's why i always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and HOT;
This describes everything you're not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take the paper bag off your face.
I Amore your smile, your face, your eyes;
Damn,I'm good at telling lies!!!.'