Okay this is a really aleatório stroy but I was bored and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. In my opinion it is really badly written so sorry.
“Okay Class, you have the rest of the period to finish this quiz. This is the last grade before your midterm so work well, and remembers what we studied,” Said my Mr. Grazing, my math teacher. He was the kind of teacher kids pick on and make fun of behind his back. I hate math, so I don’t care for him as a teacher much. He usually wears a sweater vest and weird 1950 glasses that squeeze his nose at the tip.
I stared at the Chapter 12 math test that lay on my escrivaninha, mesa in front of me. All I saw was a bunch of stupid numbers and algebraic equations. I looked around the room at all the other teens in my segundo period math class. Some worked hard, some passed notes, some were asleep, and some were looking around and doing nothing, just like me. I had studied so hard last night, until 12:15, but my step Mom made me go to sleep.
I read the first pergunta on my paper, and didn’t get a word out of it. Ugh, I hate this. My long brown hair began to get in my face and I pulled it back into a pónei, pônei tail.
From behind me, my best friend Danny tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey Janie, do you get any of this?” she whispered into my ear.
“Nope, I swear I studied for this stuff, but what I’m leitura has nothing to do with the chapter.”
Danny Shrugged and went back to her test. I turned around but in front of me stood Mr. Grazing.
“Daniela and Janie, what are you two doing exactly?” he asked with a stern, angry look on his face. His beady brown eyes narrowed almost strait through my head trying to almost see the truth right through me.
“I dropped my pencil and it rolled onto the floor por Janie’s desk. I was just kindly asked her to pick it up!” Danny suddenly said, coming into the rescue. She gave Mr. Grazing her sweet innocent smile that always worked on teachers. Mr. Grazing looked torn from whether to decide if she was lying or if she was telling the truth. He finally made up his mind and walked away.
I smiled and basically zoomed through the test putting in aleatório answers. I didn’t get it at all, but still there is like a 30% chance I’ll get the answer right! So I basically just guessed on every one.
After math I ran up to Danny por her green painted locker. The inside was covered in fake flowers, plants, pictures, and the poster of a giant big brown urso eating red ripe berries off a branch.
Danny’s parents are scientists, and Danny is extremely ecofriendly. Her entire family are all vegetarians and they don’t own a single electronic item except for the one phone in the kitchen. She’s loved plants her entire life. I know this basically because we’ve known each other since we were born.
I turned to my locker that only had a blue mirror and a picture of Danny and me in Alaska taped up to the green door. Unlike Danny’s locker, mine is extremely messy and papers are always flying everywhere.
We both got out our chemistry books and began walking to the other side of the middle school. As we walked boys said hi to Danny and winked at her. Lots of girls commented on her pretty brown and green striped shirt. Jessica, the cheerleading captain, even commented on Danny’s green eye shadow and brown flor shirt.
See, Danny is extremely pretty, skinny, and not to mention rich. At age seven she was offered three modeling jobs and she denied all of them. Lots of the popular girls have invited her into their group and many boys have asked her out. If she wanted she could be the popular, snobby, rich girl who rules the halls. But no, Danny has told me she would much rather be friends with me than be popular and famous. I don’t understand that at all, I’m almost the opposite her. My hip long brown hair and bushy eyebrows could never match Danny’s wavy shoulder length blond hair and gigantic, big, blue eyes. Then there’s the thought that in seventh grade I weigh 120 pounds while she weighs 89 pounds on the dot. Plus she has really long legs and beautiful smooth skin. She hasn’t had a single zit while my face is covered in the ugly little devils. To topo, início off her perfect life she lives in a three story house with a pool and a game room. I live in a three bedroom apartment with seven people living in it. My Dad, Step Mom, and four step siblings plus me all live there. Danny’s perfect life could make her a snob, but instead she is the most kindhearted, calm, understanding girl I know.
When we finally reached the science lab Danny and I ran in right as the tardy sino rang and pulled on an avental and sat at our seats. Today Mrs.Jacobs wanted us to create some insect cell thing that I hadn’t paid attention to, but thankfully with Danny as a partner she listened. But of course she did, she loves science and chemistry.
Throughout the dia we went to each period and por the last period, Health, I wanted to scream. The entire dia all we did was take tests, and even in my favorito class, art, we took a test. Danny could tell I was on edge and invited me to her house. Of course I said yes, I hate my life at home.
When I was in fourth grade my mom died of brain damage when she fell off a mountain we were hiking in Alaska. I live In Seattle, Washington, and my grandparents live in Alaska so we went there a lot. Danny and her mom, Mrs. Brown came a lot too. Mom and Danny’s Mom knew each other since they were in middle school, and My Mom and Mrs. Brown have known each other ever since. It was a surprise for both of them when it turned out they were pregnant each with a girl a dia apart. So I knew Danny before we were born. Mrs. Brown is my segundo mom, and she always will be. The browns are the family I go to when I’m mad, sad, happy, or I just plain want to see them. Our families do everything together; camping, swimming, road trip stuff, visiting different cities, you name it. We even went to disney Land together! But when my mom died, Mrs. Brown almost died herself. We don’t go to Alaska much anymore or do anything as family friends for that matter. Then my Dad married my stupid Step Mother, Barbara. She had four kids before she married Dad, and she tries her hardest to ruin my life.
If I go início instead of going to Danny’s house, I might have to babysit Joshua, my step brother, and I’d have to do a bunch of chores. Plus I’d have to be around Barbara and her disgusting cigarette breath.
When school was finally out, I called my Dad. He didn’t answer; he was probably out working at the factory. So I called Barbara.
“What do you want Janie!!” She yelled in her raspy, tired voice on the other line. In the backround I heard Joshua screaming.
“I was wondering if I could go to Danny’s house.”
“That stupid girl?! Oh, fine but you gotta be back por six, I’m going to the bar tonight.”
“Thanks, Bye!” I said fast and hung up. I gave thumbs up to Danny and she did her little dance outside the front office window. The receptionist gave me a bus pass and Danny and I ran to get on her route.
“Sorry, I can’t find a assento anywhere,” Said Danny as we enter the gigantic, yellow vehicle. We looked around until Zach, an 8th grader sat up, blushed a deep red that was almost orange, and moved to sit with a scrawny 6th grader. We took his old assento and Danny said thank you.
“Why do boys amor you so much?” I asked Danny as the engine to the bus roared to life signaling our departure.
“They do?” She asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“Yeah, the boys are always giving you stuff and saying hi. I bet Zach has a crush on you because he blushed the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, I’ve never thought of it that way. It doesn’t matter though, because I don’t really care for popularity.” It’s true. She says she would rather be me because I don’t have to be so perfect for the teachers all the time and because I have younger siblings. She only has an older brother who is attending Harvard academy.
The rest of the ride we talked about math and our day. I showed her a painting I made of her in art class and her face spread with delight. The one thing that I am proud of in my life is my artistic skills.
Once we reached Danny’s long driveway we jumped out and raced the long walk to her front door. Of course I won and once we entered through the big wooden door, Daisy, Danny’s chocolate Labrador jumped onto me and gave me a giant wet kiss. I laughed and hugged the old friend back. margarida knows me really well; I was there when they adopted her.
Danny and I dropped our bags and kicked off our shoes and laid them por the door. I could smell cinnamon rolls coming from the kitchen. We ran in and found Mrs. Brown just about pulling out gooey, frosting covered cinnamon rolls from the white oven.
“HI Janie!” she said, pulling of her forno mitts and grabbing me into a urso hug. ”How’s your dad?” she asked me. She went to Danny and gave her a kiss on the head.
“He’s fine.” I said pulling a plate from there cupboard and grabbing a bun. Don’t freak out, I could walk into their house while their eating jantar and they’d just welcome me to eat with them. I opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of leite while Danny got the cups.
“So how was school?” asked Mrs. Brown.
“It was tests galore!” Danny answered. I laughed and began to eat as I pulled out my homework.
When we finished the work Danny and I ran up to her room. The door was covered in fake plants just like her locker door. Inside the bedroom was clean and the green cama was neatly made. In the corner was her escrivaninha, mesa and in the window was her wooden wind chime I made her 2 years ago. Posters of animais covered the walls along with pictures of our families. One picture that stood above her cama was the picture of Mrs. Brown, My mom, Danny and me. We were all on the de praia, praia with margarida swimming in the light blue water in the backround. I traced my hand around my mother’s face and looked away. My mother was my best friend. She knew me like no one else did. Sometimes I can’t believe she’s gone forever.
While I stared at the pictures of the past Danny went to her window and began to water her plants. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny wave her hand around a small plant that hadn’t been growing. A green sparkling mist appeared around the plant and it began to grow higher.
“DANNY!! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?” I almost screamed as I stared at her in awe.
Danny’s smiling; happy face began to turn into a frown. “Um….nothing…I just…uh…” She stuttered looking around.
“Tell me the truth!! We always do. What aren’t you telling me? You just did some magic hocus pocus on your plant!”
“No I didn’t! Your eyes are just playing tricks on you that’s all. It’s not possible for someone to have magic powers let alone me!”
“Daniela Jane Brown, are you lying to me?” I asked with a pleading look in my eyes.
For a few moments we were silent. “Janie….I...I can’t tell you. But it is really remarkable.
Please….realize….I can’t tell you. Believe me I want to…..but my mother won’t allow.”
“What? How is using sparkly magic stuff on your plant a secret?”
“Fine I get it. You can’t tell me. Lets just change the subject…..don’t we?” I said, afraid this small argument could turn into something bigger.
“Good idea. So…um…do you want to go outside?” She asked. Danny’s house is right in front of a gigantic forest that is said to be the início to wolves, bears, and coyotes. Ever since we were younger, Danny and I have secretly explored and visited the forest looking for the animals. Mainly because Danny’s favorito animal is the urso and because I just want a good look.
Even though it was November and the forecast said it was supposed to snow, I didn’t pull on a jacket. Danny pulled on a long green winter sweater and mittens.
As we entered her backyard Danny began to shiver. “Janie…..aren’t…..you…..cold?” She asked trying to warm herself.
“Ha, no not at all. Actually I’m I bit warm. I enjoy the cold, you know that.”
She nodded and we headed into the forest. When we were in 3rd grade Danny’s dad helped us build a árvore fort on one of the old trees. Like always Danny and I immediately ran to the árvore fort in the freezing, amargo, amarga cold. But as I walked I still felt warm, like I was sitting seguinte to a crackling fogo in a heated house. As little girls, a tradition Danny and I had was we would sleep in the fort every summer. Since school started this year, we hadn’t gone into the old fort in a long time.
As we climbed the wooden ladder up to the roofed little árvore hut, I heard a lobo howling out in the distance. I shivered, but not because I was cold, but because the wolf’s howl was a howl of pain and agony. I felt just like it. Hurt, almost dead. I felt a pain in my back and my head began to grow foggy.
“Danny…..” I whispered as I began to fall to the earth. My ears ringed to the wolf’s howl and my eyes began to close. As I hit the ground I sensed the feel of the wolf’s four paws off in the distance. I moaned in pain and grief for the wolf, like the lobo was me.
“Janie, what’s wrong?!?!” Danny asked, concerned. I couldn’t speak, my body couldn’t move. All I had the strength to do was howl out to the lobo in the distance as if I was a lobo too.