WARNING: Shakespeare
Well, nothing to report...
For all that I'm doing lots of stuff, there doesnt seem to be much to say. Well, I shall tell about lunch. Why not?
WARNING: this was written after reading romeo and juliet for an hour in english class. MAY contain flowery words and phrasing. Damn Shakespeare. The last paragraph is the worst.
Yes, everyday at lunch I sit under the stairs with Seth, Billy (a guy), Erica, Theo, Steven, Randy and a couple other girls who's names I know not. We talk, we have fun. We go there because we don't really belong anywhere else. Seth doesnt get along with many people. Randy is bisexual, and more than a bit crazy. Billy and Erica just don't belong anywhere else. We are outcast. We are HAPPY.
(Now this is where it gets REALLY bad)
Under the stairs, our haven of darkness. There we can rage against parents, swear at the world, do our hoomework and laugh, cry or be moodily silent. We can sleep if we want (though it isnt very comfortable). Under there the names Gabby or Bearden are signs of hell. Math is a sound of dread (and horrible grades for all but me).
See what i mean? Horrible. That's what english class does to you, i swear.
For all that I'm doing lots of stuff, there doesnt seem to be much to say. Well, I shall tell about lunch. Why not?
WARNING: this was written after reading romeo and juliet for an hour in english class. MAY contain flowery words and phrasing. Damn Shakespeare. The last paragraph is the worst.
Yes, everyday at lunch I sit under the stairs with Seth, Billy (a guy), Erica, Theo, Steven, Randy and a couple other girls who's names I know not. We talk, we have fun. We go there because we don't really belong anywhere else. Seth doesnt get along with many people. Randy is bisexual, and more than a bit crazy. Billy and Erica just don't belong anywhere else. We are outcast. We are HAPPY.
(Now this is where it gets REALLY bad)
Under the stairs, our haven of darkness. There we can rage against parents, swear at the world, do our hoomework and laugh, cry or be moodily silent. We can sleep if we want (though it isnt very comfortable). Under there the names Gabby or Bearden are signs of hell. Math is a sound of dread (and horrible grades for all but me).
See what i mean? Horrible. That's what english class does to you, i swear.