Quotes added on Saturday, August 4 2012
People that don't care about anyone, but expect everyone to
care about them. It's not right.
I'm the man who had the
cheese.
I'm the man who had the
jerky.
We put 'em both together,
and yeah, it really worky.
Cheese jerky.
Say what.
Say what.
Cheese jerky.
Say what.
Say what.
i hate when people pour
my cereal .
they dont know how much milk i like .
they dont know how much cereal i like
.
they dont know me
.they dont know my life.
they dont know what ive been through .
they dont know how much milk i like .
they dont know how much cereal i like
.
they dont know me
.they dont know my life.
they dont know what ive been through .
Me and crush:
Him: *talking to friends*
Me: *sitting behind a bush watching him*
Him:
Me:
Him:
Friend: Lauren go to class.
Me: BUT THIS IS HOW PEETA FELL IN LOVE WITH KATNISS.
Him: *talking to friends*
Me: *sitting behind a bush watching him*
Him:
Me:
Him:
Friend: Lauren go to class.
Me: BUT THIS IS HOW PEETA FELL IN LOVE WITH KATNISS.
Hugging a tall guy
best feeling in the world <3
best feeling in the world <3
If you don't like me
say it straight to my face
instead of talking behind my back
I'll at least respect you for it.
i
wonder what inspired God
Doublle Date
Part One
Hair
dye. It was the fruity, pasty scent of hair dye that I
inhaled as I entered the Fields residence.
“Scarlett, are you dying your hair?” I heard my best friend’s mom, Julia Fields, shout from the kitchen. There was no response.
I decided to investigate for myself. I followed my nose into the bathroom where I saw Scarlett leaned over the sink running water through the ends of her hair. She looked up at me with a pleasant expression.
“Hey Tessa.” Scarlett greeted me. Scarlett has been my closest friend ever since sixth grade when we sat by each other on the first day of junior high. She knows every detail about me, and I know her so well I can practically read her mind. Just like I knew that she was dying her hair just so she could have something about her that stood out from others. She’s been talking about dying the tips of her wavy chocolate brown hair blue, but I never thought she’d actually do it.
“How long is it going to take you to finish doing that?” I asked Scarlett. “I told my mom we’d be at my house in twenty minutes. She’ll drive us there where we’ll meet my cousin Joey and his friends, and he’ll drive us home.” Our town, Fairview, was having its annual Fourth of July carnival. Even though Fairview is a small Jersey town, it’s only twenty five minutes from Manhattan, so the festival was always crowded.
“I’m just washing it now.” Scarlett informed me. “Then I’ll get dressed and we’ll be ready to go. Is it okay if Morgan hangs out with us too? I haven’t seen him in forever since my mom won’t let us go on dates. I don’t get why. I’m fifteen, and he’s nineteen. Big deal.”
Scarlett stood up and wrapped her hair in a towel. I followed her across the hallway into her bedroom. I stayed on her bed and waited while she changed out of her sweats and into her purple floral shirt and high-waisted jean shorts. Once we were both ready we traveled down the street to my house. My mom’s Jeep was running in the driveway, awaiting our return.
It was about a ten minute drive until we hit the traffic. My mom wasn’t planning on staying with us, so she just pulled over and we went the rest of the way by foot. The carnival looked as beautiful and nostalgic as ever. The first thing you notice upon entering next to the giant blow up of Uncle Sam was a Ferris Wheel towering over everything. There were plenty of other rides as well. I noticed a merry-go-round, a ride that spun and went upside down, a stage with a band playing cover music, a funhouse, and plenty of booths selling elephant ears and lemonade. There was also a dunk tank with a patronizing clown seated inside of it. Of course, that’s where Joey was.
Joey was wearing khaki shorts and a Mets shirt with the sleeves cut off. He had his black hair gelled into a Mohawk. Once he threw the baseball hard enough to knock the clown into the water, he turned around and placed his arm around his girlfriend, Hannah, and began chatting with his two best friends, Alex and Paul. Alex and Paul were with their girlfriends. I approached them and joined their conversation about what colleges they’d be attending in the fall.
Scarlett, however, didn’t join us. She stayed where she was, eyes scanning the crowd for her boyfriend Morgan. Morgan was a good-looking boy. He had short hair just slightly lighter than Scarlett’s and always dressed in the best clothes. Today he wore a burgundy and white striped V-neck and khaki shorts. Scarlett was forbidden from dating Morgan because of their four year age difference, but they were together anyways. However, their relationship consisted of video chatting and phone calls because Julia, Scarlett’s mom, didn’t allow them to see each other. It only took her about thirty seconds to spot him. She called him over, and the two joined us, hand in hand.
“Scarlett, are you dying your hair?” I heard my best friend’s mom, Julia Fields, shout from the kitchen. There was no response.
I decided to investigate for myself. I followed my nose into the bathroom where I saw Scarlett leaned over the sink running water through the ends of her hair. She looked up at me with a pleasant expression.
“Hey Tessa.” Scarlett greeted me. Scarlett has been my closest friend ever since sixth grade when we sat by each other on the first day of junior high. She knows every detail about me, and I know her so well I can practically read her mind. Just like I knew that she was dying her hair just so she could have something about her that stood out from others. She’s been talking about dying the tips of her wavy chocolate brown hair blue, but I never thought she’d actually do it.
“How long is it going to take you to finish doing that?” I asked Scarlett. “I told my mom we’d be at my house in twenty minutes. She’ll drive us there where we’ll meet my cousin Joey and his friends, and he’ll drive us home.” Our town, Fairview, was having its annual Fourth of July carnival. Even though Fairview is a small Jersey town, it’s only twenty five minutes from Manhattan, so the festival was always crowded.
“I’m just washing it now.” Scarlett informed me. “Then I’ll get dressed and we’ll be ready to go. Is it okay if Morgan hangs out with us too? I haven’t seen him in forever since my mom won’t let us go on dates. I don’t get why. I’m fifteen, and he’s nineteen. Big deal.”
Scarlett stood up and wrapped her hair in a towel. I followed her across the hallway into her bedroom. I stayed on her bed and waited while she changed out of her sweats and into her purple floral shirt and high-waisted jean shorts. Once we were both ready we traveled down the street to my house. My mom’s Jeep was running in the driveway, awaiting our return.
It was about a ten minute drive until we hit the traffic. My mom wasn’t planning on staying with us, so she just pulled over and we went the rest of the way by foot. The carnival looked as beautiful and nostalgic as ever. The first thing you notice upon entering next to the giant blow up of Uncle Sam was a Ferris Wheel towering over everything. There were plenty of other rides as well. I noticed a merry-go-round, a ride that spun and went upside down, a stage with a band playing cover music, a funhouse, and plenty of booths selling elephant ears and lemonade. There was also a dunk tank with a patronizing clown seated inside of it. Of course, that’s where Joey was.
Joey was wearing khaki shorts and a Mets shirt with the sleeves cut off. He had his black hair gelled into a Mohawk. Once he threw the baseball hard enough to knock the clown into the water, he turned around and placed his arm around his girlfriend, Hannah, and began chatting with his two best friends, Alex and Paul. Alex and Paul were with their girlfriends. I approached them and joined their conversation about what colleges they’d be attending in the fall.
Scarlett, however, didn’t join us. She stayed where she was, eyes scanning the crowd for her boyfriend Morgan. Morgan was a good-looking boy. He had short hair just slightly lighter than Scarlett’s and always dressed in the best clothes. Today he wore a burgundy and white striped V-neck and khaki shorts. Scarlett was forbidden from dating Morgan because of their four year age difference, but they were together anyways. However, their relationship consisted of video chatting and phone calls because Julia, Scarlett’s mom, didn’t allow them to see each other. It only took her about thirty seconds to spot him. She called him over, and the two joined us, hand in hand.
Authors note: so this is chapter one of
my story, it's mostly based on real life.
I know I took the format, but the cred is still down there... so
yeah. enjoy!
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Give em hell,
turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til
we're dead.
Give me scars,
give me pain
Then they'll say to me,
say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter,
there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me,
say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter
