lets try again

moving from town to town every year is hard. I’ve never been to the same school twice. so I’ve always thought having friends was a bad idea if i was just going to leave them in 10 months. so moving into this house shouldn’t have been hard for me. exact it was. this time i didnt have my parents with me. they thought it would be nice if i spent my last two years in this boarding school. i would have liked to move around with them. not here in this crappy school with all these fake people. so when i said bye to them for the last time, i was not happy at all. they didn’t even bother to walk me into the school building. i grabbed my small black suitcase. i didn’t even start walking yet and i already got weird looks from everyone. great. i made my way inside. it took me a while to get used to what i was seeing the the inside. i couldn’t believe it. did my parents even see what this school was about? is this a military school? everyone is in uniforms? what the heck?!

Chapter one of a book

I couldn’t wait to leave this town. knowing everyone in your whole town sucks. Making knew friends are hard because we know everyone since birth. But what if you wake up one morning and there all gone. a month before gaudation. A week from your 18th birthday. Only 7 people are left. 7 people you’ve never talked to, or even seen in this small town. now its up to us to save my small town.

Another Story?

I’m starting another little story. I don’t know when i’ll post it but i will soon. I haven’t decided what it will be about but it will be good.

Part 2?

(not done)

So many things were running through my head; when we were walking to the nearest coffee shop. We didn’t talk at all, which wasn’t bad because I had a lot to think about. When we got there, we found a table for two at the back. “What would you like? A coffee?” He asked with a smirk on his face. He thinks I’m one of those girls whose always drinking coffee. “No. I don’t like coffee.” I rolled my eyes and looked down the menu. “What?! All the girls like coffee.” He said fake shocked. “I’m not like ‘all the girls’. I’m a totally different person.” I decided to get a hot chocolate, when the waitress came to get our orders. “Who exactly are you?” I looked down at my hands neverolsy. “I’ll answer your question if you answer one of mine.” I looked up at his face. With the light shinning on it, I could tell more what he looks like. He has sprinkle green eyes, huge bags under those beautiful eyes, rosy cheeks, and a lip ring. Wow i can’t stop drooling over him, and i just meet him. “Hello? Annalyn? Did you just hear what i said?” I shook my head and looked back down at my drink. “I asked if you could tell me where you were going after the meeting. And then i would answer your question.”   “I was going home.”   “No you weren’t. You were going the opposite way of your house.”  “How would you know where i live? I don’t even know you that well

 

Part 1?

      “It hurts never knowing where you belong. Growing up with a different family every year. Getting one present on your birthday and that would be a new home. It hurts making friends and then leaving the next day. I felt like no one understood me; until I came here.” I took a deep breath and set back down. “Thank you for sharing your story, Annalyn. Would you like to tell us more about yourself and not about your other families. We want to know you.” Mrs. Jackson said. I shook my head. I guess she understood because she nodded her head and moved on to the next person. I didn’t want any of them to know me more than what I tell them. As they told their story, I carefully looked at everyone in the room. Taking in as much as I can from the way they sit, who they look at, and what they are thinking of by the look on their face. Lets just say over the years of doing this, I have gotten very good at it.

     An hour later and its finally time to leave. I begun to head out when I hear someone calling my name. I walked faster. Lets be real, I hate being at the stupid meeting, it was a waste of time. The person who was calling my name finally stopped when I turned the conner. Just a mile more till I get to my new home; the second one this year and its just the beginning of summer. “You know you shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” I stopped died in my tracks and looked at the boy who was sitting on the bottom steps to a shop. I knew that voice I heard it before but I don’t remember where. “You know you shouldn’t be out past your bedtime. You might be put in timeout.” I said as I started to walk away again. He ran to catch up to me. “Didn’t your parents teach you not to talk to a strangers.” He said matching my steps. I shook my head and my messy bun became looser. “I don’t have parents.” I picked up my pace a little faster.

    “My name is Michael by the way.” I stopped and looked at him. He looked straight into my eyes and said “what’s your name?” I was about a good 6 inches shorter than him.”Faith.” He shook his dirty blonde hair, which stayed in place on top of his head. “No it isn’t. It’s Annalyn. Don’t lie to me.” The only light on was coming out of a street light across the street behind where Michael was standing. He looked so dark and mystery. “If you knew my name why did you ask?” I stepped a little closer to him. I could feel the heat coming off of his body. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were. “I just wanted to know if you were going to lie to me. Which you did. Didn’t anyone teach you lying was bad?” He looked up and around me like someone was there. “Come on lets go somewhere we can sit and talk. There’s a lot I need to tell you Annalyn.” I didn’t know who he was but I felt like I could trust him. I just have know remember where I know him from.

Why I read?

(Not Done)

 

In middle school, I never read a single book. I hated reading. The reason why I hated it was because everyone else did. I had so many friends. I was always hanging out with someone. But they always put me last in there friend list when I would always put them first. My sister made me read the Harry Potter books cause she loved them so much. So I did to make her happy. And i really liked them.

And then i started to really a lot of them

 

 

Teacher?

I kinda want to be a teacher. But not the normal one. I want to be the one who talks about suicide, stress, emotions, what to do when all your friends leave you. And lets face it we all feel that we are alone in this world, but we are not. We are here. And we are love by someone even though we might not know it. We think we can do it. We think we can survive by ourself, but truth is that we are not. We can’t do everything by ourself. We do need someone. But it might be hard to find someone we like to keep. The fact is we try to be like by everyone when we only need a few friends. I want to teach them what it is like to be happy with what they got instead of what they think they need to be happy. We might think we need a lot of things but thats not true. So, i want to teach them that.

Is Homework Okay?

In my opinion homework should not be allowed. We already spend so much of the day learning, we do not need to come home and do more school work till really late into the night. We do need to have a life outside of school. Like sports and clubs, work, dinner and sleep, chores, and most importantly spending time with the family and friends. Well lets start by talking about sports and clubs. About 99% of the students in school are in either sports, clubs, or both. Most of the high schools in Georgia ends at 3:30, and you have 30 minutes to have a quick snack and change before you have to be in the gym or on the felids. Then you spend the next two to three hours practicing. To which you don’t come home till seven. And that doesn’t count the nights we have games. Because of the sport I take, I never really have time so I don’t know what its like to be in a club. But I do have a friend in drama club. And with her sometimes she doesn’t get home till around eight when they have a play coming up, lucky they sever you dinner. But some clubs don’t do that. And then what happens if you have practice till seven and then work till ten. That means some teens won’t get home till around eleven. Because according to adults we need responsibilities. That means no more sleep and no more having a life. To have a good life you need money and its hard to get that. So you gotta get a job when your young. And then on top of that you still haven’t eaten dinner yet or talked to your parents once. And it’s about eleven. Your parents have work the next day and has to get up early for that, so their asleep. You walk down to the kitchen to make some dinner cause you haven’t really eaten all day. Your so tired and can barely stay awake when your remember you still haven’t taken a  shower or started your homework for all 5 classes thats due the next day. So you decide to make a little sandwich and start in on your homework. About hour and a half later you finish all of your homework, but it doesn’t really make sense cause you’re half-asleep not knowing what your doing. You just want to finish it all so you won’t make a bad grade. It’s around 1 and you finally decide to take a shower and head to bed. The next morning you wake up at seven a.m. to do it all over again. And this is my life and this is why i don’t do homework… Sorry teachers I do have a life outside of school… Or at least I try to have a life.