If I took three showers, and washed with 15 shampoos, my hair would still be 塔の上のラプンツェル after an hour. Looi, my brother, always 発言しました my hair looked like I dyed it, when I didn’t. I looked down, my shoes were already on with the black shoe laces. I felt like I needed to barf. At least that’s what it felt like. Greeting hopped on the counter and stared at me. The brown cat 毛皮 was splotched with black dots and white lines. She is a different cat, that’s why I like her. I looked back at the mirror. Well, あなた look terrible today, I thought.
“Greeting, あなた can’t look at me like that. I know I look awful. Now, get off the counter!” I half yelled and half laughed. I made a motion for her to get off of the bathroom counter. The cat looked at me and stared. Greeting’s head turned to the side and coughed up a hairball. She made a gagging sound and then stopped. Ew, I thought, and through it in the garbage.
I looked down at her. She ran towards the living room.
“Polar! Come here boy!” I shouted. Polar, the siberian husky, growled from the living room at Greeting. I smiled and switched shirts from a bleached gray blouse, to a flowy, black t-shirt. Polar trotted into the bathroom and barked at me. His light blue eyes were burning at the cat. I looked back and picked Greeting up.
“Do not bite the cat! You’re supposed to be eating your dog 食 and not in here. Great! I’m talking to a dog, what else is wrong with me?” I yelled and stroked Greeting, while I bowed my head in shame. She jumped down when Polar left. I shook my head and went back to trying to un-tangle my hair. When I looked back at the mirror, I noticed something.
Hmph.
Another blonde hair on my shoulder.
Watching.
I turned my head really quickly towards the big 7 foot window facing the back woods of our house. It was half snowing and half... not, snowing.
I had a gut feeling that I would be in great danger if I went to this school. It was mostly because of the weird rubbed blonde hair on my jackets, they just stuck on my ランダム clothing, mostly jackets. Strange thing is, my mom doesn’t have blonde hair.
I picked it up and threw it into the trash can. My mind started to spin, around, around, and around. It couldn’t be a coincidence that I find blonde hairs over and over again on everything I own.
Is it a warning?
They seemed like a strange sign to stay away, like someone was telling me something. Like something was telling me that I was in grave danger in some sort of angry way I can’t explain. Telling me to back off. または was it a sort of greeting? Maybe something wants me to come somewhere. Maybe, the signs were telling me to go and meet new people, and try my best. How could blonde hair be a warning, though?
“Greeting, あなた can’t look at me like that. I know I look awful. Now, get off the counter!” I half yelled and half laughed. I made a motion for her to get off of the bathroom counter. The cat looked at me and stared. Greeting’s head turned to the side and coughed up a hairball. She made a gagging sound and then stopped. Ew, I thought, and through it in the garbage.
I looked down at her. She ran towards the living room.
“Polar! Come here boy!” I shouted. Polar, the siberian husky, growled from the living room at Greeting. I smiled and switched shirts from a bleached gray blouse, to a flowy, black t-shirt. Polar trotted into the bathroom and barked at me. His light blue eyes were burning at the cat. I looked back and picked Greeting up.
“Do not bite the cat! You’re supposed to be eating your dog 食 and not in here. Great! I’m talking to a dog, what else is wrong with me?” I yelled and stroked Greeting, while I bowed my head in shame. She jumped down when Polar left. I shook my head and went back to trying to un-tangle my hair. When I looked back at the mirror, I noticed something.
Hmph.
Another blonde hair on my shoulder.
Watching.
I turned my head really quickly towards the big 7 foot window facing the back woods of our house. It was half snowing and half... not, snowing.
I had a gut feeling that I would be in great danger if I went to this school. It was mostly because of the weird rubbed blonde hair on my jackets, they just stuck on my ランダム clothing, mostly jackets. Strange thing is, my mom doesn’t have blonde hair.
I picked it up and threw it into the trash can. My mind started to spin, around, around, and around. It couldn’t be a coincidence that I find blonde hairs over and over again on everything I own.
Is it a warning?
They seemed like a strange sign to stay away, like someone was telling me something. Like something was telling me that I was in grave danger in some sort of angry way I can’t explain. Telling me to back off. または was it a sort of greeting? Maybe something wants me to come somewhere. Maybe, the signs were telling me to go and meet new people, and try my best. How could blonde hair be a warning, though?
Ariana is a diva and likes to have her way. she had a boyfriend but she got dumped because of her attitude. She is really nice but she never trusts anyone idk why...Oh and btw she's Aaliyah's Sister.
JoJo....The Sexy One......
JoJo is a nigga. But he has trust issues also because of his last gf Chyna. He also uses the word ma and nigga alot lml and hes Princetons brother. (In this story)
I know あなた guys are going to exspext sex. They might makeout but in the story they are 12 so they might cuss but aint no sex because they TOO DAMN YOUNG! pshh pervs...
My first 日 of high school. I felt if I was going to burst! I have never been to high school and I wasn't gonna start now. I'd rather be ホーム schooled than go through this! Then i started to think about leaving until my alarm clock rang i screeched NO! For the whole time. So life as I now it stopped now. Here. I was about to enter the big H. High School. I got dressed and left. Unhappy. Then I saw my friend crush Gabe. He 発言しました " Hey. So later me and my brother are going to the movies. Wanna come?," I felt my ハート, 心 skip 100x. "Of course! I mean yeah sure sounds like fun, what time," I say making up for my nervous behavior. " 7. So don't be late," He said. I just shake my head before saying something stupid. So I walk in the school jumping.
あなた sit there and call me names
But あなた never try to get to know me.
あなた make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like あなた do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do あなた treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated あなた wrong,
So why do あなた hurt me this way?
Did i insult あなた in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause あなた treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do あなた treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do あなた do it?
But あなた never try to get to know me.
あなた make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like あなた do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do あなた treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated あなた wrong,
So why do あなた hurt me this way?
Did i insult あなた in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause あなた treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do あなた treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do あなた do it?