Chapter 1: Notes From A New Member: Setting: Lincon Junoir High hallways trash on the floor and old scratched blue and light yellow lockers that have the color like an old computer. I looked at what I wrote and spin my pencil a few times. I fliped my wornout pencil a few times. I started at the page for a few second, maybe something to do with a diray? I got tired of writing and looked at the clock 7:40, maybe another day. I went to check if my dad or father figure as they like to say in sofistaicated English. After a long day of work when ever he wasn't $m0k!ng with my uncle Berry Gilbertson. He is in the living room with the remote in hand or taking care of me and my sister. I know terrible, who looks a a child and goes "Hmmm Berry Gilbertson would be such a great name!" Anyways i'm getting a little off topic, He (my dad) was at work at the gas station, I don't see why? It's deserted absolutely no one and I mean no ones goes there exept cr4ck h34ds and gamblers in the middle of the night. I walked around the house a few times. its very colorful but old and a bit chipped, the bathroom is light blue and the kitchen is a comation of pastel yellow and green put into paterns of flowers some of the tiles are clear and when sun is shining they seem to hold fragments of the sun for a while. I love this. This also applys to people hair i've noticed it before. I sigh and look at my pile of homework and off start with the essay: What ancient religions did people practice in India? I push my glasses a bit higher up my nose and get to work and extend my words to write everthing I know about Buddhism or whatever. Tommow I really should go to the library somtimes I help out the librarian Mrs, Finntian but most of the times I just get dvds from there. I have a few friends Lilly Rose, Mary Anne, Rex Pennywise and when ever we hang out on the weekends we like to watch movies together, once in a blue moon. No talking just watching. Wow this is sounding very sterotypical: a another story about a troubled girl who becomes smart. Wait smart would be too much of a stretch. Anyways I've got to get to sleep, good night Ammanda if that's your name thank you for lisening to my pathetic ramble I know your ears must pain. _____________________________________________ Still chapter 1: Notes From A New Member : Its another day, the sun is out, My dad and sister are no where to be seen. Its sunday I stumble out of my bed and crawl to the kitchen where I found a note "At work sorry, love dad." and a heart with a smiley face. Even though dad proably feels the exact opposite. I wonder why he went there is no business. As of tridtion in our house-hold ever Sunday I went to the library and copped a poem and left it on the fridge or I put up a good grade. I guess it gave him a reason for being. Where is my sister? I used to have the best time with her, I remember going out late at night when it was rainy to walk to the convenice store with her just to get cookies and we would scriwm into bed and tell story's make braclets and just talk, rock concerts, cooking and fashion shows. I don't know what changed but one day I woke up and everthing was differnet. I felt it first then one day I tried to talk to her but she yelled. Like this: "Natilale, how are you?" "Don't call me that." "Why its your name?" "I never wanted it to be!" "Okay okay, sheesh, how are you?" "why are you asking?" "Umm I would want to know how is my sis-" "Good now get away from me!" "But-" "AWAY FROM ME!" On threated of being hit by a shoe I retreated to my room. later that night I asked her what was wrong and she cried and I held her and that was that.
Insporation from: @.vewn on yt (go cheak her out) and The Perks of Being A Wall Flower <3 Idk if the title will stay the same