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Hey guys,
Its been a while...
I've been busy and honeslty, didn't feel like typing! Well, I'm here to say that Burger King sucks and so do many of the people who work there...not all of them though. Gotta love some...Paul, Brook, um... Chelsea..and a few others...but some just need to get the hell outta there!
So, I'm thinking of writing a story...I havn't got much yet, but i'd love your input-
Here I am. Sitting in the middle of third period. I can’t remember, now, why I wanted back into this place so badly. Its been four years since I last sat in these seats listening to the professor lecture. I could hardly wait for this day to arrive. Of course that was before when I thought all my friends would be happy to see me again. I know that I was very happy to see them, but I guess, somehow it seemed to have slipped my mind that we were in grade school then. That was then, this is now. We’ve moved on, to a bigger school… high school. One would think that as time goes by, the immaturity levels of others would ciest to exist, for the most part anyway. Yet, somehow it seems as though the years just went by and the immaturity level just got worse.
There are so many new students from other grade schools around town. Some of my friends must have moved to other high schools. Or maybe, the reason I can’t find them is because this school is so much bigger then grade school. The ones who I have seen so far, don’t seem to want to even associate with me any more. I walk down the hall way and all I can feel are the dead on stares of everyone and all I can hear are the whispers. I know they are all about me. What did I do? Why is everyone treating me like this. It feels almost as though my friends and classmates wrote their own story about me and what had happen with me in their head. None of them know the truth, why do they all make this stuff up? Its totally amazing how I can go from a well liked girl to a nerd or a geek. What had happened to me over the years? I had friends and good grades, now, all anyone says to me is “Don’t bother spending time with us, just go spend your spare time with your books.”
This school is so much different then my grade school. It is big, and there are so many hallways I doubt I’ll ever walk down all of them. Instead of everyone being friends with everyone, there are a bunch of clichés now. At one lunch table, you’ve got the cheerleaders and their boyfriends - the football players. Then at the other table, you’ve got all the other jocks anywhere from the basketball players and the baseball players to the track and swim team guys. Then you have the ‘wanna be’ jocks who play chess and call that a sport. It seems like everyone has some where they belong. Where do I belong? I don’t have a table to sit at; I’m not involved in any sport or group. Even if I wanted to be - I doubt I’d be accepted. Something is wrong with me, and I’m not going to rest until I figure out what it is.
I turned around with my lunch in my hand and sat at a table, of course, with no one at it. I opened my sack to see what I had for lunch, pulled out a P.B and J sandwich and unwrapped it. I set it down on my napkin just stairring at it while I thought about so many things. What was wrong with me? Why are my so called ‘friends’ treating me this way? What did I do wrong? Oh and you can’t leave out ‘Why are all of these kids so immature!” I mean, really, we’re juniors and I can hardly stand to be around some of the kids they are so - My thoughts were interrupted by someone walking up behind me and tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around and was about to yell at who ever it was but before I could even get a word out of my mouth, he smiled at me. He said “Anyone sitting here?”
“Um, No,” I replied. “Why?”
“Well, because I was kinda hoping you’d let me sit here?” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Sure, go right ahead.” I said, trying so hard not to smile, it didn’t work real well, so I had to turn my head to collect myself. “You know, you don’t have to suffer sitting with the new girl. There are plenty of other tables with extra seats.”
“This I know… new girl,” he said - still with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “Maybe, I don’t want to sit somewhere else. I like this spot. And this is where I want to sit.”
“Alright,” I said. Still trying ever so hard not to crack a smile, but I know it didn’t work.
“The names Conner,” he said as he was bending over to sit down.
“Hilary,” I said back.
“So, Hilary, you’re the new girl, huh?” he said “The one everyone’s been talking about?”
“Yeah that’d be me. I don’t even want to know what everyone is saying. I’m supprised you don’t hate me too”
“Well, its sort of hard to hate someone you don’t even know. Espcically, when they look as sweet as you.”
Thats all I have so far. I'm still wondering where the story should go or even what its about...but ya know - anythoughts would help!
Luv ya all...bye bye now!
<3 Me
Its been a while...
I've been busy and honeslty, didn't feel like typing! Well, I'm here to say that Burger King sucks and so do many of the people who work there...not all of them though. Gotta love some...Paul, Brook, um... Chelsea..and a few others...but some just need to get the hell outta there!
So, I'm thinking of writing a story...I havn't got much yet, but i'd love your input-
Here I am. Sitting in the middle of third period. I can’t remember, now, why I wanted back into this place so badly. Its been four years since I last sat in these seats listening to the professor lecture. I could hardly wait for this day to arrive. Of course that was before when I thought all my friends would be happy to see me again. I know that I was very happy to see them, but I guess, somehow it seemed to have slipped my mind that we were in grade school then. That was then, this is now. We’ve moved on, to a bigger school… high school. One would think that as time goes by, the immaturity levels of others would ciest to exist, for the most part anyway. Yet, somehow it seems as though the years just went by and the immaturity level just got worse.
There are so many new students from other grade schools around town. Some of my friends must have moved to other high schools. Or maybe, the reason I can’t find them is because this school is so much bigger then grade school. The ones who I have seen so far, don’t seem to want to even associate with me any more. I walk down the hall way and all I can feel are the dead on stares of everyone and all I can hear are the whispers. I know they are all about me. What did I do? Why is everyone treating me like this. It feels almost as though my friends and classmates wrote their own story about me and what had happen with me in their head. None of them know the truth, why do they all make this stuff up? Its totally amazing how I can go from a well liked girl to a nerd or a geek. What had happened to me over the years? I had friends and good grades, now, all anyone says to me is “Don’t bother spending time with us, just go spend your spare time with your books.”
This school is so much different then my grade school. It is big, and there are so many hallways I doubt I’ll ever walk down all of them. Instead of everyone being friends with everyone, there are a bunch of clichés now. At one lunch table, you’ve got the cheerleaders and their boyfriends - the football players. Then at the other table, you’ve got all the other jocks anywhere from the basketball players and the baseball players to the track and swim team guys. Then you have the ‘wanna be’ jocks who play chess and call that a sport. It seems like everyone has some where they belong. Where do I belong? I don’t have a table to sit at; I’m not involved in any sport or group. Even if I wanted to be - I doubt I’d be accepted. Something is wrong with me, and I’m not going to rest until I figure out what it is.
I turned around with my lunch in my hand and sat at a table, of course, with no one at it. I opened my sack to see what I had for lunch, pulled out a P.B and J sandwich and unwrapped it. I set it down on my napkin just stairring at it while I thought about so many things. What was wrong with me? Why are my so called ‘friends’ treating me this way? What did I do wrong? Oh and you can’t leave out ‘Why are all of these kids so immature!” I mean, really, we’re juniors and I can hardly stand to be around some of the kids they are so - My thoughts were interrupted by someone walking up behind me and tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around and was about to yell at who ever it was but before I could even get a word out of my mouth, he smiled at me. He said “Anyone sitting here?”
“Um, No,” I replied. “Why?”
“Well, because I was kinda hoping you’d let me sit here?” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Sure, go right ahead.” I said, trying so hard not to smile, it didn’t work real well, so I had to turn my head to collect myself. “You know, you don’t have to suffer sitting with the new girl. There are plenty of other tables with extra seats.”
“This I know… new girl,” he said - still with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “Maybe, I don’t want to sit somewhere else. I like this spot. And this is where I want to sit.”
“Alright,” I said. Still trying ever so hard not to crack a smile, but I know it didn’t work.
“The names Conner,” he said as he was bending over to sit down.
“Hilary,” I said back.
“So, Hilary, you’re the new girl, huh?” he said “The one everyone’s been talking about?”
“Yeah that’d be me. I don’t even want to know what everyone is saying. I’m supprised you don’t hate me too”
“Well, its sort of hard to hate someone you don’t even know. Espcically, when they look as sweet as you.”
Thats all I have so far. I'm still wondering where the story should go or even what its about...but ya know - anythoughts would help!
Luv ya all...bye bye now!
<3 Me