Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm もっと見る motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my 秒 period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need あなた A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do あなた need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see 書く on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston were here." My mouth gapes in shock. "We-we-we- we didn't do this!" "I know." McKenna responds. "I have to tell the dean!" I start to run out the door but McKenna catches me. My ゴールド 星, つ星 ネックレス starts to jingle on my purple strap-less シャツ underneath a denim jean jacket. "No! Don't tell him! He'll think we did it!" Sometimes, I don't understand McKenna's logic and I know I will never use it. "Well what are we going to do? The ベル is about to ring in..." I check my silver watch on my left wrist. "Five minutes!" "Fine. I'll come with you."
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our 次 class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve シャツ and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our 次 class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve シャツ and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
I come ホーム and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My フレンズ dont understand!
I come ホーム again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my ハート, 心 like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my フレンズ lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My フレンズ dont understand!
I come ホーム again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my ハート, 心 like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my フレンズ lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?