Chapter One- Let the Amateur begin

I’ve always liked writing since I was in grade school… don’t let that sentence fool you because I’m not that well experienced with writing, I’m only seventeen years old. But I have and do read books and I have fantasizes, so let’s see how this story ends up.

I stopped writing stories because I felt insecure about my pieces- I would always compare my writings to others. There are so many great writers out there and my writings can’t even compare! But fuck it. Since last night I’ve been dying to write a story and so I will. Horrible or not, I am going to write that story. And I aim to finish it, which I doubt becasue my stories never get pass chapter one.

 

 

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Room 1305, student speaking

The only phone in this class room is the phone sitting right next to me on the right. Wouldn’t it make sense for the phone to be on my teachers desk? So I’m reading, searching up spark notes for the book “Things Fall Apart” because we were having a reading check from chapters one through five, and I didn’t read them. In the middle of my concentration the phone goes off! Immediately I’m thinking, oh god oh god oh god I’m going to have to answer that, but I don’t, instead, I ignore the call… until my teacher called on me to answer the phone. Oh boy, I’m fucked, I hate answering phones when I know that everyone is going to stare at me and hear everything I say. During the dramatic 10 seconds of me slowly getting up to pick up the phone, I almost forgot the line we’re given to when we (students) to have to answer….

“Room 1305, student speaking.” I said through my jaws clenched

The lady sighs at the other end of the cord, “Is Ms. Ing there?”

Wow, that was rude. I quickly scanned the room for Ms. Ing while I’m on the line saying, “Uhhhhh…” then I see my teacher walking towards me and I mouth off it’s for Ms. Ing, “Actually yea, hold on.”

-Yeah, shit was awkward.

Would You Rather Questions

~ Tagged by Potaapptole

1. Be 4’5″ or 7’7″?
4 foot fucking 5 inches, I’m already 5 fucking feet!

2. Have legs as long as your fingers or have fingers as long as your legs?
Legs as long as my fingers, I always wanted chicken legs to rock dresses

3. Run 100 mph or fly 10 mph?
Run 100 mph

4. Sweat mayo or poop a softball?
Poop a soft….balls..

5. Talk like Jar Jar Binks or look like Jar Jar Binks?
Talk like Jar Jar Binks so I can be like “Hey baby let’s fuckkkkk”

6. Have a dragon or be a dragon?
Have a dragon so I could ride it.

7. Be sexually attracted to fruit or have Cheetos dust permanently stuck on your fingers?
Have Cheetos dust permanently stuck on my fingers….

8. Never have to worry about money or live in a world with Pokemon?
Never have to worry about money

9. Be the best racquetball player in the world or find $65 on the street?
Be the best racquet player in the world, you make more….

10. Speak any language fluently or be able to talk to animals?
The ability to talk to animals!!!

11. Not have sex with a goat, and have everyone think you did or have sex with a goat, but no one will ever find out?
“Not have sex but have everyone think I did…. People can believe what thy want” Potaapptole

12. Only be able to whisper or only be able to shout?
Only be able to whisper

13. Eat a pinecone or poop a pinecone?
POOP PINE CONE, it’s christmas everyday!!

14. Change gender every time you sneeze or not be able to tell the difference between a muffin and a baby?
“Change genders because I don’t want to mistake a baby for a muffin, I like eating muffins.” A.N.

15. Watch your parents have sex everyday of your life or join in once to stop it?
I would rather be 7’7”…have fingers as long as your legs..fly 10 mph….Sweat Mayo…Look like Jar Jar Bink…Be a Dragon…Be sexually attracted to fruits…live in a world with pokemon…find $65 on the streets….speak any language…not fuck a goat…shout for the rest of my life… and eat pine cone than watching my parents do it or me joining in to stop it!!

ASDFKJHASLKJDJFNCAS

i’m going to puke*

Red Lips Lipstick

My weekend was a success, except of course the studying part because I didn’t study one bit. I have a mid term this Wednesday and surprisingly I’m not freaking out yet to the point of where I would pull my hair out as my heart beats 300 per minute… maybe because I haven’t checked the study guide yet, but don’t worry I’ll get to it. Today’s a lazy day, the only pop up color you’ll see on me today is my lips.

No daddy, no.

I’m not paying attention to my teacher… oops. So tell me, because I want to know, why do you (guys) like being called “daddy?” I forbid myself to call any guy daddy besides my biological dad. I find it awkward and disturbing since that’s how I call my dad, but now that it’s been over used and I learned to much about that…word, I can never say that word anymore. So, why do you like being called, daddy?

iPhones

I don’t own an iPhone. Not even a smart phone. I’m still stuck with the button phones, which I’m totally okay with. But every time I use my friends iPhone for whatever social reason (like now), people always ask the one and only same question “you got an iPhone now!?” with a fat grin on their face…