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hello.
my names caitlin.
im 13.
i love to write stories to express myself
and make things up.
(:
my names caitlin.
im 13.
i love to write stories to express myself
and make things up.
(:
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Lost Soul Part 2
I walked into biology and saw everyone stare at me once I entered. Great, late again. There were no seats left, so I walked up to my teachers desk (Ms. Levi)
"What? Sit down!" Ms. Levi yelled at me.
"Um, there doesn't seem to be any more seats."
"Ah, yes. There is one over by Shawn. He is a freshman too. Maybe you can get to know each other," Ms. Levi said smiling.
"Um, okay, thanks," I murmered. When I sat down, Shawn looked over.
"Hi," he said calmly.
"Hello."
"You don't look like your in 9th grade."
"That's cuz I am supposed to be in 6th."
"Oh," he replied quietly, "welcome to the high school."
"Thank you," I answered, feeling my face blushing. An actual high schooler talked to me! And didn't make fun of the fact that I was 2 years younger! I think Shawn realized I was embarrassed so he smiled and looked back and began working. After class, Shawn waited for me.
"I don't have many friends here either," he explained to me, "just one. His name's Brett. He's over there." And Shawn pointed to a very, very, VERY attractive boy standing against a locker. I must have been staring because I heard Shawn say 'come on!' and gesture for me to come.
"Sup Brett. This is my friend Jenna," Shawn introduced me to his friend. He knew my name?? And I'm his friend?? Woah, I must be dreaming.
"Nice to meet you," Brett said and shook my hand. I have never felt such soft, smooth hands in my life.
"Thanks, you too," I answered and let go of his hand. We were really getting into a conversation when I realized I have feelings for these boys. When I realized it, I smiled and started to feel my face getting hot.
"You're really pretty when your embarrassed," Shawn said and smiled at me.
"Oh, thanks haha," I replied. Is this really happening? Does a boy ACTUALLY have feelings for me??? Ahhhh...
I walked into biology and saw everyone stare at me once I entered. Great, late again. There were no seats left, so I walked up to my teachers desk (Ms. Levi)
"What? Sit down!" Ms. Levi yelled at me.
"Um, there doesn't seem to be any more seats."
"Ah, yes. There is one over by Shawn. He is a freshman too. Maybe you can get to know each other," Ms. Levi said smiling.
"Um, okay, thanks," I murmered. When I sat down, Shawn looked over.
"Hi," he said calmly.
"Hello."
"You don't look like your in 9th grade."
"That's cuz I am supposed to be in 6th."
"Oh," he replied quietly, "welcome to the high school."
"Thank you," I answered, feeling my face blushing. An actual high schooler talked to me! And didn't make fun of the fact that I was 2 years younger! I think Shawn realized I was embarrassed so he smiled and looked back and began working. After class, Shawn waited for me.
"I don't have many friends here either," he explained to me, "just one. His name's Brett. He's over there." And Shawn pointed to a very, very, VERY attractive boy standing against a locker. I must have been staring because I heard Shawn say 'come on!' and gesture for me to come.
"Sup Brett. This is my friend Jenna," Shawn introduced me to his friend. He knew my name?? And I'm his friend?? Woah, I must be dreaming.
"Nice to meet you," Brett said and shook my hand. I have never felt such soft, smooth hands in my life.
"Thanks, you too," I answered and let go of his hand. We were really getting into a conversation when I realized I have feelings for these boys. When I realized it, I smiled and started to feel my face getting hot.
"You're really pretty when your embarrassed," Shawn said and smiled at me.
"Oh, thanks haha," I replied. Is this really happening? Does a boy ACTUALLY have feelings for me??? Ahhhh...
Lost Soul Part 1
Hey. My name is Jenna. I am 11 years old. I am a freshman. I skipped 8th and 7th because I was the smartest person in my whole town. I can't say I hate it here, but I don't nessesarily like it. I never see my old friends anymore because they made up new names for me like nerd and overachiever. But, I get to be in the same school as the most beautiful, smartest, nicest person ever. Her name is Brittany Maldun. She is a sophmore. She's also my sister and even though we fight, I go to her for everything. Other than that, I don't have many friends. I'm in classes with a lot of jocks and most of them pick on me for my size, my freckles, my glasses, or just my age. I learn to ignore it.
"Hey Jenna. How's your day going?" I heard a voice ask from behind me when I was at my locker.
"Just fine," I replied as I noticed it was my sister.
"That's good. I'll catcha later kiddo. Have a good day," she said and ran off.
"I'll try..." I mumbled to myself, knowing my sister had already left. I grabbed my book and closed my locker. As I turned around, some obnoxious senior walked by and smacked my books to the ground.
"Ha ha! Bye dork!" he said and walked off with his "posee."
"Boy, this is going to be a great day," I told myself as I picked up my books.
Hey. My name is Jenna. I am 11 years old. I am a freshman. I skipped 8th and 7th because I was the smartest person in my whole town. I can't say I hate it here, but I don't nessesarily like it. I never see my old friends anymore because they made up new names for me like nerd and overachiever. But, I get to be in the same school as the most beautiful, smartest, nicest person ever. Her name is Brittany Maldun. She is a sophmore. She's also my sister and even though we fight, I go to her for everything. Other than that, I don't have many friends. I'm in classes with a lot of jocks and most of them pick on me for my size, my freckles, my glasses, or just my age. I learn to ignore it.
"Hey Jenna. How's your day going?" I heard a voice ask from behind me when I was at my locker.
"Just fine," I replied as I noticed it was my sister.
"That's good. I'll catcha later kiddo. Have a good day," she said and ran off.
"I'll try..." I mumbled to myself, knowing my sister had already left. I grabbed my book and closed my locker. As I turned around, some obnoxious senior walked by and smacked my books to the ground.
"Ha ha! Bye dork!" he said and walked off with his "posee."
"Boy, this is going to be a great day," I told myself as I picked up my books.