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!"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my ハート, 心 is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my ハート, 心 is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.