hey guys what do you want to do?
Well I guess y'all are working on your book, but I'm hear so just tell me what you wanna do (:
ok! i think i've got this!
wait got what?
ok well poem or story? how bout you give us a topic Isaiah
and you 2 are still VIP, but one day ill destroy you all!!! after me and chold of mind get the collab. done
or do you want me to start it?
topics! ok, what do you regret the most?
well then y'all need to start workin on it, slow pokes!
also stop using my name
Look up Ellen Hopkins and a preview of her book, it's just a style you might enjoy
The shot rang out through the halls of the school. It seemed like my life was moving so slow. Like i was stuck in molassas. Like something out of a movie. I could see the children running through the halls and could see their mouths moving. But i could not hear their screams. Only the shot rang in my ears. I could hear the footsteps coming closer. Closer to the table i was hiding under. But I was not scared. Only one thing kept repeating through my mind. How did it come to this. I remember it like it was yesterday.............
i hid there, no fear in my eyes, but there was in my once friends face, he carried the hand gun, it shook as he moved. how could he do this? he'd never known his friends pain, never waited and listened, but now he understood his feelings quite clearly.
Sweet, damp dew hugged the grass and a wisp of cool air slapped my face as I opened my window. Ah, spring mornings. I glanced at my clock, it's vibrant red letters glowing dimly. 6:35. I had one hour before school, another day to greet friends and scribble down the boring lectures of the beasts I called teachers.
Is that good for a flashback beginning? I was afraid smiley wrote one already, sorry I'm in an iPad.
though school was an easy thing for me, i wish i had stayed home, even then i wanted to. i had straight A's, staying home to enjoy this amazing weather wouldn't be a problem, but i knew my parents wouldn't let me, they never did. if they knew what they do now about that day, maybe they would've.
the wind whipped at my face as i sped down the sidewalk. the rhythmic "bum bum. bum bum." of my skateboard skipping over the cracks. "LOOK OUT!" I whipped my head around to see a bike heading down a driveway straight for me! "bam!" I flew off my board, slamming into the pavement. "sorry! so sorry!" The flustered girl picked up her sky blue bike and hit the kickstand. "are you ok!?" she asked me. "uhh yeah." i said. I must have looked like an idiot. why was she holding out her hand? IDIOT! i was still lying flat on the sidewalk! I grabbed her hand and stood up, grabbing my skateboard out of the street. "sorry about hitting you, cant talk im gonna be late to school!" she jumped on her bike speeding down the hill. I could hear her shouting at pedestrians to "move!" and "sorry!" I shook my head, smiling. Who was she? I looked up at her house. 22041 was the number written on her door. Suddently i realised what time it was. "im going to be late!" i shouted. I hopped on my skateboard and sped down the sidewalk heading for Montgomery High school.
well, since you took awhile, i went out of turn, so now the stories a bit wonky, so ignore my last thing.
i raced to school, barely making it in time. i rushed through the school yard gate, ditched my skateboard by the bikes, suprisingly not seeing the girl from earlier's and headed for class. i walked into science and took my seat by my calm friend. he nodded a greeting as i sat down
The bell rang, as usual. I unzipped my backpack and took my binder out. The corners were ripped, papers askew. I dove into the sea of notes, searching for a fresh page. Eventually, I found one, but then I realized I didn't have a pencil. The teacher finished talking to one of the other students and started to lecture. That's right, no introduction or anything. Just a deafening, boring lecture that takes up the entire class. I groaned loudly, trying to keep up. My friend snickered next to me as he wrote in perfect cursive, capturing every word. I decided I'd copy his notes later and started to doodle
Doodle about the bike or something. Or write a poem about the morning and bikes, I don't care, but something along those lines