I made avatars of these two japanese boy groups a while ago. Give me your opinion :)
My next drawing shall be a little more detailed. In this one I was just doing some sort of practice. Here's another chibi, with pajama's on. I can't colour it for first. I ruin the whole thing when I colour...I'm learning. Don't have any programs but PhotoFiltre. Gimp...that would be difficult for me to get. Anyways...tell me what you think.
I made a random chibi that had suddenly popped out my head. It looks pretty nice. Feel free to colour it. Tell me what you think.
Decided that I should post up a drawing. This drawing was done on the 13th...today. It came out quite nice... What do you think? ( Kind of looks like Roxas and Namine to me. o_o) Sorry if there are still some pencil markings all over -_-'
Just a short story. It happened a month with me and my dad. The rest tells. Quite fun to be with my dad. =] Dad to Daughter In my home was roomy and cold. My parents on the first floor, having their normal spanish conversations. As for me, I was bored. Once again. Both my sisters had something to do. The little one was in her room, occupied, and my big sister was at her work. Work is hard and challenging sometimes. I never understood it much, but one day will be my day. Where I'll have to work and earn money. Here I sat on the couch, watching what ever was on. Who knows what I'm watching. For me, there was no clue. Never was. I heard the screech of the chain in the kitchen, rubbing itself against the clear white square patterned floor. Yeap, it was dad. Ready to get in the car to go and pick up my older sister. The one I respect and maybe sometimes...sometimes, look up to. My life is on a different path. Sure I walk beside them, but out choices are not alike. We're not perfect like those dumb shows. We follow by our own rules that have been set in our house. That's all. " Mi amor!" My dad has a cheerful voice put on him. I looked over my shoulder and saw him marching up to me with his cute figure of his. The way he walked made me feel warm. Perhaps because he's my father? Or maybe because of the warmth of him. Every time I would hug him, he would feel all nice. With his kind of man smell he has. Smells quite nice. I gave a weak smile, having the Rogers control in my hand, just incase if I wanted to change the channel. " Hi mister." is all I would say. Which is now my common word. Mister. Now everyday, I don't call him "papi" or "daddy"- I call him " mister". Kind of harsh in a way, but that word comes out now. The members in my family expect me to say "mister" to a female or male. But it's mostly directed to a male. " Hehe, oi- do you want to go pick up "dumbo" up from her workplace?" He asked me. Making a goofy smile at me. Why was he always cheery? Probably because his daughters and wife...or maybe that's just me. He'll always smile, as if nothing ever happened. Yeap. I gotta love the man for being my dad. " Sure, but can you ask mami if sister and I can have poutine?" Need to ask this. I miss my poutine. Haven't had it in a very long time. They're good stuff. Looks nasty but good. That is unless...nevermind. " Hmm, I don't know but I'll ask her." he turned around and patted my shoulder. I waited and heard my dad on the other side of the house. Him talking to my mom about buying poutine. Never did I understand a word. Some of the words are puzzles in my head. But one day I will be able to speak and understand Spanish liked I used to when I was a very little. English. My second language. I then heard the footsteps of my sister, coming down the stairs. She must've heard me. Well...good enough I guess. My dad called out to me, telling me that my mom only had enough money for one. We needed to save the money for other things. Clothing, food, bills and stuff. Never understood that much. I don't have a thing for clothing. Shame on me. I'm already thirteen and I don't know how to dress myself. I have my big sister and parents pick out my clothing. I'm not into fashion. The things I'm into is videogames, few sports, friends and game systems...and my stories I write. Remember having a dream about me being famous. Yeah right, like that'll happen. Well...it could but it'll take some time. " Alright negrita, let's go." my dad said, slipping one foot into his shoes. I nodded and grabbed my jacket, putting it over. Then my shoes. " Let's go-ch" he swung the door open and leaped out, leaving me behind. Guess it's a race. ~Parking Lot~ I got in the car and quickly sat down in the passenger seat. My dad got in right after me. He sat down and closed the doors. My eyes were drawn on the engines, steering wheel and pedals. Wanted to drive badly. But I shall wait. " Noemy, I'm going to teach you how to drive one day. So-ch" he stopped and put the keys infront of my eyes. Yeah dad, I'm watching. He put the key into the engine. I put my seatbelt on. " First we put the keys in here, and then we lock it in." he pressed the key in, " After that, we turn in all the way to the right, until all the lights come up-but! You have to have you foot on this pedal." he pointed to where his foot was. The breaks. " Because, when you start it, the car will give a shake for a short timing so," he turned the keys and then the car started. He chuckled a bit and turned to me. " See? Nothing. The car was stopped so, we didn't make that thing." I nodded. " So now," my dad puts his hand on the bar thingy...still me memory isn't quite good with this car stuff. " Now, we put it in reverse, because we're exiting the parking space, but! We need to fix the mirror, so it's in the position you want it to be and so that you can see what's behind you." my dad fixed the mirrow and then put the car in reverse. He then put his right hand behind his seat and looked over his shoulder to see where he was going. What a good driver, I thought. " Make sure that you're looking, ok? Ok, now we put the car in this gear, drive." he moved the handle up. " And we turn the wheel to the left, now." he spinned his hands. " See, it's like moving your arms, not crossing it like ' oh my god, this is difficult! Blahhh!!!' no, you have to keep it in a good motion. Don't rush, the car isn't going anywhere." my dad turned the wheel, until it went straight. My dad let go of the wheel and gave me a suprised I-did-it look. I smiled and gave a small laugh. " You let the wheel go, ok? Let the wheel go back to where it was in the beginning." " Ok papi-" "Ah! But when you're driving don't have your back so hunched and looked like your a new kid driver! You would look like those drivers in the highway all like ' oh hello? Martha! Oh baby it's you! Oh nothing, I'm just driving' alright?" I laughed. His impersonations made me laugh. Make me laugh all the time. " Oh, and when you're driving with the wheel don't have your hands at the top. Have them right here- like...the normal way of havng your hands on the wheel." I don't get it. " See? There are two ways. One is 9-15 and the other one is 10-10." Hmm...makes a bit sense. " Ok, pretend that this clock. You know, those clock in schools? Yeah, anyways, 9-15 and 10-10. Your hand on the place where the ten would be and your right hand on the two o'clock. Because when you'r counting, it's actually ten. Five, ten, fifteen? Yeah, that thing." Makes more sense now. Thanks mister. " And same goes for 9-15. Your hand on the place where nine would be with your left hand and the right hand will be on the three, which is on the middle left. Say if you want 9-30. Your hand on nine and the right at the bottom middle. Which is six." " Ok mister." " And that concludes the lesson of me drivin'" my dad grinned and gave me a play smack on my left arm. Kind of painful. The rest of the ride was silent. Until we listened to the song " Womanizer" We were listening to the radio so ... " Who sings this?" "Britney Spears?" " Oh, that blonde naked one?" " Hahaha, not exactly." "Wwwwhhhhaaat?" My dad gave his confused faces while driving. " She's that one that people used to hate and still do, she came back with her womanizer song." " Oh! So she's not that lip singing one?" " No papi, that was Ashley Simpson." " Oh...hehe, just kidding!" Doubt that. ~Arrival at big sis workplace~ We both got out of the car and entered my sister's work place. She was at the cash counter, waiting there. The restaurant was dead. Store was about to close so, fair enough. My big sister perked up and smiled. " Hi daddy! Hey sisterina." " Do you have the poutine thing-y?" My sister nodded and handed him the brown folded bag. He took it from her hand and gave her five dollar bill. " There's two." "Huh? I ask for one though" "I know." "Then?" " I paid for the other poutine" " Good! Well then, we wait outside." " Come on " My dad walked off and I followed. Wonder where I'm going to eat. In the car or home...Depends if I'm that hungry. " That was fun." he said, outside the store. As we settled in the car he looked at me and smiled. " Now let's go to Tim's!" "Huh?" " Going to get me coffee." "Double sugar, double milk." we said together.
I used PhotoFiltre for this, seemed worth the time. Think I made little progress. What you think?
There is bullying somewhere at the school. I have two bullying poems.At school, it's bullying week. On annoucements they tell us Myths and Facts. Quite interesting. Anyways...here are the poems. Just watching I was walking in the hallway when I heard a laugh. It was big group. Mostly they were all boys. They were laughing, over and over again. I was curious ofcourse. Afterall, if it's a laugh... Then it must be funny. I stretched my head to see what was going on. I understood now. They were laughing. At a hopeless boy. He layed on the ground, embarassed. Him yelling at the boys to stop. They laughed and laughed, pushing the hopeless boy around. They called him names and laughed. I didn't. It wasn't funny. It was serious. I wanted to yelled and tell them to stop. But if I interferred. Then I would become a victim too. I didn't help at all but watch. Watching him suffer from all the laughs. It's not funny, it's sad. Imagine someone laughing at you. It wouldn't be funny sitting in the red light. I turned away with my head down. Thinking about what the boy was thinking. How sad it was to see him suffer. I walked off and went to my next class. Wanting to forget. That whole scene wasn't right. __________________________ Mean bullies. I sat on my desk with my chin on my head. Class was boring. I had no interest at that time. Until when the teacher left...everything changed. I heard some guys and girls, whispering. I head a sound of paper hit the ground. Suddenly, I looked up. I can see paper being thrown at a student. One. The rest were after him. I watched, with my back rested. The poor fella, doesn't know what hit him. Maybe because of the way he smells, dress or anythings. Probably his academics. I'll never know the answers. Unless I become one of their targets. We'll wait and see.
I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas.
Well, I've been practicing for a while...think I've gotten better.
Yeah... very unusual that I tell my fights on this website... Anyways, it's between my siblings. I don't know what I do or say but they get pissed off at me. Not sure why but it hurts me. And one of them comes at me and hits me hard. Whatever I say seems to get them mad at me and start cursing me, telling me how stupid I am. They always get to me, whatever they throw at me affects me, but I won't show them but bite my lips and look at them with a " I don't care" look. But...I don't want the same incident I had at school. Month ago, I had an arguement with my sister and my sister swore at me and hoped I was dead. So...all morning I thought about my sister, what she said affected me. Stabbed me in the heart. I hope my sisters realize what they're saying to me, they're lucky I don't come at them and punch them in the face. So, then my teacher started talking about bullying, and it brought me to the memory of the hitting and name calling which got me teary. Kind of hard to hold my tears...it doesn't happen much. I keep my tears inside. Hate crying. Then, during French class one of my classmates annoyed me alot and I bursted out, throwiing my pencil at him and pushing my desk forward, dropped to my knees and cried like a fricken baby. Luckily, I stopped when I went to the Retreat Room and calmed down. Went to the office, never told my story but saying it was a sister problem, teacher called home and I dealt with it there. But...it's whatever I say or do, they seem to give me crap. So I'm asking, to learn how to say something or not. I can't keep my mouth shut when they say something to me or ask me. The hell with it I'd cut my lip off to stop it all. I want to learn to quit saying "just kidding" to my sister's, or some stupid comment. Also...how do I defend myself from getting a fricken punch on my face or stomach. I don't want to hurt them...but I want to... I feel the need to not, there are serious consequences if I even punch one. And my friends, I seem to be ignored. Whatever they ask me I always give them a negative...it seems to affect them. But I can't stop from saying the real truth.
Today... I'm just handing out candy to my friends...I'll be spending my halloween at home, playing Animal Crossing. Anyways, I made a poem about halloween, you know...trick or treat ;) I kind of...rot at these poems when it comes to weather and holidays. Trick or Treat Today's Halloween, What a wonderful day! I'll be in my costume with a bag in my hand. Walking to each and every house. I will knock on the door and ring the bell. Wait until somebody comes then I'll say... Trick or Treat! They shall smile and take some candy in their hands. Drop it in my bag and give me a wave and say, " Happy Halloween" I'll nodd an wave and walk next door. Walk on their porch and knock on their door. A scarecrow jumps out the bush and I make a scream. The scarecrow will laugh and say, "Happy Halloween!" I give out a sigh and continue to the door. Then ask for some candy. All night I'll see children walking in their costumes. Each of them holding bags in their hand, filled with great goodies. When I go home I'll empty my bag. Have the candy's poured on my bed. I'll count how many I recieved. Then have them for myself and whisper to myself. " Trick or Treat and Happy Halloween" Pumpkin I look at my pumpkin it was so small! Just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean I have to get the smallest. I wanted to get a big pumpkin to make room for the face. But my mom said that she didn't want to see me cut myself. I grabbed the short knife and punched it through my pumpkin. I swear it was small. Even the knife. Why did I have the get the smallest? My brother noticed me and walked over. He held a big pumpkin in his hand. Bigger than me! " I'll let you carve mine." he whispered. I smiled and then frowned. " What about you?" He grinned and nudged me. I cracked a smile " I'll teach you have to carve this one... instead of this little peep." I set my pumpkin down and sat infront of him. " When you're finish it'll be apart of halloween"
A fun poem I came up with. I see this in a boy/girl's image. At a very young age. Windy day I wore my hat, my coat and my backpack. All ready to go to school. But when I looked out the window... I saw... The wind, the leaves, the trees... And plenty more. I took a deep breath and held the knob. Turned it 'round until it made a "click" sound. I said my goodbye's before I left off. Stepped outside..boy what a rush! A gust of wind hit my cheek. The leaves flying like they were surfing. The trees blowing, almost as if they were dancing. As for me... I was freezing! I took a few steps and felt a chill. Never thought the day would be this windy. I looked around and saw some other residents, walking up along the sidewalk. Most of them were walking to school. I joined in, I didn't want to be late. Again. As I walked and walked. The wind blew harder and harder. Almost as if it hated me. I shrouded in my coat, hiding my mouth. I wanted to breath out, and let my warm breath reach out. Only for warmth. That's all. From what I've experienced, the weather was windy. Although I don't read the news. That doesn't mean I shouldn't dress appropriatly.
I was a loner at 7:00 am, which was today. Every body was sleeping while I was packing my lunch...make me some breakfast ( milk). So while me and my dog were in the kitchen I went outside and took a few pictures of the cold ,windy and dark T_-. ( took pictures with my cellphone) ~7:00 am~ http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01100.jpg http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01101.jpg http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01102.jpg Later, I took a few pictures when I was walking to school. Gosh was it cold, my fingers were freezing. But on that day it got brighter. ~8:00 am~ http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01104.jpg http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01105.jpg http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01106.jpg http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01108.jpg http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=DSC01112.jpg http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=tageditmany
kh-vids comic I made... about the staff roon. I'm not making fun of anyone just decided to make a comic. It seemed to pop in my head three hours ago, so...excuse my messy writing and drawing. I'm not the best. Couldn't get any names in my head, so it all came from memories. If you can't read it...I got's words:D Read from right to lefty. http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/roxaslovergurl22/?action=view¤t=StaffRoomcomic-1.jpg Member: Ok! I'm at the staff room door. Member: Good! Now... open the door! Member: Roger. Member: *turns knob- smirks* Member: Door opened. Member: Good! Now, what do you see? Member: Desk, chairs, a window- big though. Member: Sweet! Now...try to search for some....NEWS! Staff Member: Can't wait for today's meeting Other Staff Member: Meeting's suck! I was in the middle of watching my favourite anime! Member: Oh crap! Staff is here! Member: Hide! It's too late to leave! Hurry or... Member: (in mind) Where to hide...oh gosh! Another Staff member: New member. Another staff: goodie yeap. Another staff: New Staff? Mhmm. DpWolf (staff): Hey, we're the staff. You applied? Member: Stay calm... Member:Yeah... Rosey ( another staff member): Hey! Well...I'm rosey and this is spdude, orange, venus, rvr, misty,DpWolf, Neku, Anti, Repliku, and etc, darky, darkand, ctr. Member: N-nice to meet you. Member: Don't fret! Stay calm. Member: wish i could.
Another thing from heart, which appearantley happened today in my eyes. I feel guilty but, it'll brush off of me like all of the other happenings. Things I might do, but illegal for me. Slam the Door You and I act like we're friends. We smile and laugh, around others. Although, when we are at home. You and I... are enemies. You shout over pathetic lies. I lie to you, just to recover the fight. You act like I'm the enemy. When it's actually no one, see? There you go, using your hands to fight. Woosh, you've just hitted me. I stand on my feet and hold my tears. I bite my lips to hide all of my fears. Your face is showing my hate and anger. I know you don't like me, at this point. You stand there and point at me, telling me what I've done wrong. I stand there, listening to your words. I nod and nod from your sentences, and still you don't accept. What did I do wrong to make you even more furious? Here we are, standing. Face to face. Eyes on eyes. Hands by our sides. We say nothing, keeping the room quiet. You glare at me once, walk off without looking back. I frown and turn around, hoping you would turn around and come back.... Come back to wrap your arms around me. And say that you're sorry. But that's just my imagination, see? I know it'll happen later, but not at this place, nor' time. Between you and me. What you say are lies, I can feel that you're trying to make me cry. But I'll hold it all in, until you say something wrong. Them I'll sprinkle like a fountain. But for now just go upstairs. Stomp if you want. Cry outloud, but in my opinion do that in your own little place. Hold on to the knob and turn it to the right. Release it when you push the door. Make it slam, not in my face. It's already been done. I don't need another attack from you. I already recieved enough, alright? Slam the door, all you want. Won't make a difference. Just a different reason. Tomorrow, today... We will apologize, our eyes on eachothers. Our lips moving. We'll apologize for what we've said and done. We both know that we'll regret to what ever we done. But surely, I know neither of us will regret what we've done. After all, we probably deserved it. This might repeat everyday. But when we're older, will be mature enough to say a right thing. For now, do what you want. Wait until I raise my hand. ~End~
Well I couldn't wait any longer for some reason. But Harvest Moon...it'll wait because I don't know who should be the main, the male or female, etc. But I'll give this a short summary. The son of sora is about..well the title but he then hears a very interesting war in his history class and wants to find out more. He think's it's related to his parents that are missing or have died. ( my words are no sense) So, that's it. Hope you enjoy this new story I'm making, critize if you like, I'll edit it later. Son of Sora: Chapter 1. Katsurou is my name. I turned 16 three months ago. I'm a male, a dude- what ever you call it. Appearantly, I'm an unpopular guy! No one seems to... like me. What ever that reason is, it can't deal with the weird thing I did in Science class, wasn't on purpose! Anyways, I have blue aqua eyes. My grandma says I have my mom's eyes. I have dark brown hair, spiked on the sides, back and top. Grandma says it's annoying to find my hair sticking up everywhere, just like my father. Today, I wearing my uniform for school, it's Monday. Maroon vest, white t-shirt under, black skinny jeans and orange plaid shoes. The way I dress isn't the best, but atleast I actually wear stuff! I've been bullied for um- er- since I started middle school. Everyone found me strange and from then on, I've been hiding my face for some times. One thing that nobody knows is that... I like books. I enjoy reading- " Katsurou! I didn't raise you to day dream!" hollered an old lady, grandma. She had a faint red hair with plenty strands of white hair. She was old alright. I turned my head, looking at my angry grandma. " I wasn't day dreaming, I was thinking." I tapped my temple with my left index finger. Grandma glared at me and walked over behind me. She raised her hand in the air and flung it down, smacking the back of my head. I squeezed my eyes, tightening my teeth. " Hurts huh? Well, hmph, to bad! You're just like your father, only worse!" That caught my attention. " Like my father? I haven't even seen my dad's face! Over ten years grandma! Ten years.." my voice lowered, I lowered my head down in shame. " So? It's your father's fault for getting in such danger-" " That's it! Danger, what danger, grandma! I know nothing about this and here we are! You telling me something that I don't even know about!" I placed my hand on top of my chest. Everything my grandma brought up about my parents, it'll always disturb me. My grandma walked a few steps away from me, her arms crossed. " Well, you have to head to school. We'll talk about this later-" " Later!? Grandma! You say that all the time but it never happens-" " Just go to school!" she barked at me. I stood there for a minute and turned my back of her. Storming off, I snatched my string bag off the wooden chair. I walked out, stepping on the door mat and then- slam. I shut the door hard and walked off. As I walked off I held my bag by the string with my right hand. There was warning one from gram's. I have to watch my words, she might beat the 'hell outta me. ~ History Class~ I settled down in my seat getting my binder out with my history notes. Wonder what we'll learn today. I rested my chin on top of my palm, my elbow against the desk. Then, there was the bell. Then the door, opening, revealing my history teacher, Ms.Alveye. She was a nice teacher, what caught my attention was her emerald eyes. I swear, not everyday do I see people with those kind of eyes. " Alright class, settle down." she calmy said, waiting for her students to be quiet. She smiled. Afterwards, she walked over to her desk, brushed the sheets of paper and sat on top of the desk. Boy was that cool...to me. She took a glance around the classroom and began. " Today we won't be working. Why? Well, today is the day where each teacher talks about the war that has happened years ago. Over ten years, and today is the anniversery. In this period, we are hear to discuss about this story. Many of you may not know and some will. But years ago, there were brave warriors. More than five I should say."
Came from the inside of me, how sorry I am with my family. From what've I done and said.Trying to prove my point for them. Sorry Everday we fight and cry. We say stuff that were never met to come out. It hurts others but... We love eachother, right? I'm sorry for declining your questions. For the stubborn words I said. I never ment it, I'm just trying to stand. Stand for myself. For protection. I don't care if you don't accept. I care for the fact... Your actually listening. Although I may shelter my feelings and bad mouth you all. But I'm not sure if you realized. Do you know what you have said to me. That hurts me? You can call me names Any name will hurt but I have my shield. A shield to block the attacks. I may ignore your comments and things. You may think I don't care what you tell me. But there's a reason to that. So if you think I'm too damn stupid. Might as well kick me out the house. Give me my things and a small lunch. For there, I have one saying. Sorry.
I'm practicing on making more good sigs so yeah... These sigs are related to FF, I didn't put any text because I had none in mind. So, cnc, please? 1. 2. 3. ____________________________________________________________________
I was switched to another classroom...I felt like I was losing my favourite teacher that i had always wanted but now...yeah. I'll only see him once. So...I have new faces in my class so that means making some friends to me...but it's easy to. What's I'm trying to say is...my mom and family wants to stop chewing on my sweaters and collars and start talking to people. Usually I'm shy, I don't say a word to anyone..not that i don't like them but...I just have this shy thing coming up. I also want to improve on my communication with people...I don't talk at all to some. I'll only talk to close friends...like Muxene. So...can someone help me get rid of my shy thingy...it bugs me. This shy thing has been going since Kindergarten or garden..
Something I remember from today, it sounded kind of interesting to me so, yesh. I'm thinking of typing this all out. I feel the need to type this out. Month September. Day 16. Year 8. Today was another day. It was around 6 o'clock in the morning. It was one of those days kids would have in September through June. School. " I guess I have to get ready." I sighed. Looking over, I could see my bare feet, bright and cold. My finger tips were cold also and so was my nose. But enough of that. I changed my clothings, from pajama's to regular clothing's I would usually wear on a school day. From changing, I tip-toed over to my mom's room. I ran out of socks to were so the only choice was to take of of hers. Slowing I held it's handle and gave it a good pull. Revealing white socks, black and blue. I took the white socks, I felt the need to match the clothing I was wearing. ~Heading out~ After a good breakfast and a good reading I walked out my home. Everyone in my family was heading out to a place. Me and my sister, school. My parents headed off to work and my other sister, somewhere. I held my string bag and my backpack. Where my string bag held of gym clothes, and my backpack held my binders. For the pad of note, I didn't feel like going to school. 1) I wanted to sleep late for once.. 2) I didn't want to go to school. But I shouldn't complain. There will be no school on Friday. My sister unlocked the nissan's car door. I opened the door, setting my bags inside the seat. I took a step in so I could settle my bags. Then, my other foot stepped in. I sat down in the back seat to the left, buckeling myself up. Safety first. Never, ever drive without your seatbelt. (I've already learned a lesson from that when I was six years old.) As everyone was settled in the vehicle, my sister started the engine. Engaging the keys in. The engines turned on, the vehicle we sat in vibrated for a moment. I put my left hand under my chin, settling my elbow on the supports. I stared out the window, thinking of what would happen today. Either we would recieve loads of homework or be free for once. From thinking of that, I was losing my luck. ~ Arriving at destination~ I leaped out of the car, with my bags. Pecking my parents and sibling on the cheek. I said my goodbye's and waved, so did my sister. We walked out and began to chat for a little. " You know, in the winter time...what we're walking on now used to be covered with ice. It was funny though. Watching people slip on their bums making a fool of themselves." I snickered. "Oh my god, you're so mean!" my sister said, with a grin. She knew she wanted to laugh. " I realized that but it's true! They should've taken the stairs to get down...but it is funny watching people fall. That is unless they injure themselves, badly." I said, pulling my hands in my sweater to keep warm. " So, where's your friend?" my sister asked me, pulling her bag forward. " I don't know, probably still walking." "And the other one?" " Walking too I guess. Or maybe her dad drove her. Ah, which ever way." I grinned. Hope I actually make a move. I don't want to be one of those shy girls who doesn't talk to anyone but hide in their shells. I actually want to make a new friend for once! I thought. I looked over my shoulder, no friends. Just students walking down the small hill. " So..." " I hope I don't have any homework." I admitted. " Why's that?" " Everytime I get home I end up taking my time. Leaves me five hours of spare time. Not much left you know... I had so many things I wanted to do." I lowered my head. " Speaking of friends (from before) isn't that one of them?" my sister pointed out. We both turned around. Heh, well it is one of them. ~Class~ I left my bag at the corner of the wall. Still, we haven't recieved our lockers . But today was going to change. " 3, 2, 1." the teacher said, with his hand held up for the student's attention. Everyone stopped talking their love stuff and looked up ahead. "Well, today you're going to do your bellwork for uh,about fifteen minutes and then we'll present to the class of the interesting things you've read in the newspaper. After, I'll be called groups ( rows actually) to give them their locker number. But listen carefully! If you don't have a lock now, please don't come up to me, I'm telling you- I am not giving you your locker number until I see a lock." the teacher annouced, looking at the students to make sure if they understood. Luckily, I had my lock in my bag. I looked around the class, students were talking about girls and boys from other classes. Telling their thoughts about one other students. Some asked others about seeing a cute boy that was walking infront. I sickened me. I didn't like it nor' appreciated the fact that students were actually talking about this stuff. Sure it was the age...but they should say it somewhere else, phone, home where ever. It gets me angry at this stuff. I didn't care about any love of students. As I was told, I'm not aloud to get a boyfriend until I'm at an appropriate age. I agree. " Goodmorning everyone!" the annoucements have started. " Please stand for the playing of O'Canada and a moment of silent refection." The music began. I stood up, my fingers pressed against the desk, I looked over at the clear black chalkboard. I had no clue to what I was staring at. Imagination? The music stopped, now was silent reflection. I bit my lips as I waited, my feet were bothering me. " You may now take a seat." one of the annoucers said. I sat down onto my navy blue low chair. I looked at the newspaper and read some interesting articles. Some about murders, drinking , scores of sports games, it was all interesting. I bit the sleeve of my sweater, I was beginning to have the feeling of no end in class. But in the afternoon, it'll end and I'll return home, tired.
