One day this girl Kiristen and I were in fourth period math class taking our long boring exam the second to last day of school.When Kiristen's grandma comes to school.
"Hi,may I help you?"asked the secretary.
"Yes."answered Grandma"My child had brought a yearbook and let her friend Jessaymn borrow it. She sat it on the sticky cafeteria table.This short,black girl picked it up and never returned it to Kiristen neither Jessaymn."
"Okay the principal will deal with this situation in just a moment."exclaimed the secretary.
"Thanks."muttered Grandma.
The next period Kiristen and I got called to the office.There stands this big,tall,old guy,Mr.Simmons.
"Tell me the problem Kiristen."advised Mr. Simmons.
"Sure,one day two weeks ago I got a yearbook and let Jessaymn borrow it and she stole it because it's still at her house."jabbered Kiristen.
I cut her off,stomped my foot and screamed,"No I didn't because the short girl Erica took it when she saw it on the cafertia table.
"Whatever."replied Kiristen
"Whatever then."I confessed.
So now Mr. Simmons just told us to apologize and it would be over with.She apologized but I didn't.
"I want to fight her."I demanded.
The last day of school,after school,at that small blue Ihop building I had that fight and I felt good.Now it's off my chest.

Love taste like a pack of skittles that is just so...
Love taste like a pack of skittles that is just so sweet. Love feels like a baseball game a team you just can not beat.Loves sounds like slow music to the soul love is strong, big, and bold.Love looks like a rainbow after a very yucky wet day.Love also taste like a vanilla cream.Love smell like fresh baked bread.But it also smell like roses instead!!

8/25/08
by WATZ UP!!