Chadwick Prep
September 1: Kenya Welts
"Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with you on this fab Friday. One mais week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 segundos so I had time to review my lines.
It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me mais popular which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
"Today's news starts with Kelly telling you the weather for this week, then we have Dallas reporting live from the fungus filled lockers, and last you have Thomas on entertainment. Looks like it is going to be a roar of a day,"
I took my mic off as the makeup crew came rushing to my side. They fixed my hair, makeup, and clothes. They had to be fast because all of it lasted somewhere around 14 minutes. I sat patiently as they they spruced me up. I was use to it but it always made me feel like the object of attention.
"Kenya," said Mr. Kinney. He was the supervisor of the production. "Get ready because you are on in 5 minutes." Great, I wasn't even prepared.
"Your hair is so shiny Kenya. What is your secret?" asked an excited girl on the makeup crew.
"Shampoo!" I replied in mock surprise. "I know that girls on scholarships aren't that poor but can you really not be able to afford shampoo?"
"How did you know I was on a scholarship?" She asked shocked.
"You reek of it," I stuck up my nose for effect. The sad thing is that the girl admitted she was on a scholarship. I was just guessing but I could have looked and known for sure.
She had ugly dark brown, naturally curly hair. Her dull gray eyes made no difference with her skin which was really pale. She was short and slender. She wore Levi jeans and a graphic tee that read, "don't hate because I'm pretty". Yeah pretty ugly. I almost felt sorry for her if she hadn't worn those ugly, tan Ugg shoes. Who would have know she knew anything on makeup?
"You're back on in 5 . . 4 . . 3" Mr. Kinney started his countdown 'til I was back on the air. "2 . . 1!"
"That is all for today but don't worry, we will be back tomorrow and for the rest of the school week." I said as I gave a wink to the camera.
"And we are OFF!" screamed Mr. Kinney. "Great job kids! See you tomorrow."
I got up from my chair and examined my outfit. I needed to know of anything was wrinkled. I wore a black vest over my white shirt. I bought this from Rue 21 for a great price of $65. My black skinny jeans were a Prada exclusive. It also came with a gold, hooped cinto, correia for free which was $70. It came out as a total of $135 not including the amazing leather boots that I wore. I had to be the prettiest 7th grader there especially with my long, black hair. Usually it would be curled but I was really going for a casual look today.
"Brandy!" I yelled. "Where is my Gucci bag?" conhaque Mitchell came rushing to my side carrying my bag. I snatched it from her. I rummaged through the contents 'til I found my lipgloss and eyeliner. "Those makeup artist know nothing about makeup or beauty."
"I know," conhaque agreed. She gave them a dirty look.
"Where are the rest of the crew?" I asked as I put the items back in my bag.
"Chelsea's arm is still broken and Teresa is busy with Brandon." conhaque replied.
Chelsea Hilton was in a tragic accident yesterday that broke her arm. Teresa Santiago was suppose to be holding her up during cheerleading practice but she got distracted when her phone went off. Chelsea was at the topo, início so she came tumbling down. I swear Teresa did that on purpose. Chelsea can't even go to the Fall Formal.
Everyone is talking about the Fall Formal this year. I heard they would actually bring in acrobats for the circus theme. I would so amor to be on the committee to help create the dance because I have some fab ideas.
"Guess what I overheard in the girl's bathroom," conhaque said.
"Is it about me?" I asked.
"Always," She replied.
"Then proceed,"
"Well it turns out that Teresa has quit cheerleading and she is now taking pIano lessons. She has been practicing piano over months now but she never would tell anyone. Her little sister Angelina was telling her friend that Teresa was taking the classes to out stage you when the dance comes. Teresa wants to perform in front of everyone." I gasped as conhaque talked. Teresa was so sneaky!
"But why piano?" I mumbled mais to myself then Brandy.
"Pianist make tons of money," conhaque replied as she checked her fingernails. They were a bright shade of green.
"Why would she need the money? Isn't her father like a billionaire?"
"I don't know," conhaque said. "But I'm going to find out."
"Who here knows anything about 9/11?" asked Mrs. Lennon. A few hand with up. "Then that will be our lesson for today."
"Get ready for a long, boring speech," whispered Teresa to Brandy. They giggled.
"9/11 was when a group of terrorist flew airplanes into both of the twin towers in New York. What made is really devastating was that there were people, tons of them, inside the building. Most of them died." Mrs. Lennon said. I flipped my phone out and the other girls mimicked
Kenya: GR8 NEWS!
Brandy: WAT?
Kenya: PRADA FLIP FLOPS ARE IN SO WEAR SOME TOMORROW WITH A PRADA SWEAT SUIT.
Teresa: AWESOME
Brandy: DON'T OWN ANY, LET'S GO comprar AFTER SCHOOL.
Kenya: FAB IDEA! WE ALSO NEED 2 BUY FORMAL OUTIFITS
"Is my lesson boring you ladies?" Mrs. Lennon called us out. "'Cause I can stop teaching if that's the case."
"No need Mrs. Lennon!" I trying to make my dark brown eyes look pure innocent. "Although your services are unwanted and unneeded, we appreciate you for the effort. Not everyone was born to teach." Everyone laughed at my smart comment.
"Those who have no talent, teach," commented Brandy.
"What if they can't teach either?" Teresa asked being as transparent as possible.
"They end up alone with 12 cats." conhaque replied. Some girls in the back giggled some more. It was fun to watch Mrs. Lennon's face turn bright red.
"Then you ladies can give me better ways to teach my class in detention Saturday!" She huffed.
"You're a hopeless cause," I mumbled under my breathe.
This is an old story which I wrote back in fourth grade. I decided to publicar it since I had no other use for it.
September 1: Kenya Welts
"Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with you on this fab Friday. One mais week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 segundos so I had time to review my lines.
It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me mais popular which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
"Today's news starts with Kelly telling you the weather for this week, then we have Dallas reporting live from the fungus filled lockers, and last you have Thomas on entertainment. Looks like it is going to be a roar of a day,"
I took my mic off as the makeup crew came rushing to my side. They fixed my hair, makeup, and clothes. They had to be fast because all of it lasted somewhere around 14 minutes. I sat patiently as they they spruced me up. I was use to it but it always made me feel like the object of attention.
"Kenya," said Mr. Kinney. He was the supervisor of the production. "Get ready because you are on in 5 minutes." Great, I wasn't even prepared.
"Your hair is so shiny Kenya. What is your secret?" asked an excited girl on the makeup crew.
"Shampoo!" I replied in mock surprise. "I know that girls on scholarships aren't that poor but can you really not be able to afford shampoo?"
"How did you know I was on a scholarship?" She asked shocked.
"You reek of it," I stuck up my nose for effect. The sad thing is that the girl admitted she was on a scholarship. I was just guessing but I could have looked and known for sure.
She had ugly dark brown, naturally curly hair. Her dull gray eyes made no difference with her skin which was really pale. She was short and slender. She wore Levi jeans and a graphic tee that read, "don't hate because I'm pretty". Yeah pretty ugly. I almost felt sorry for her if she hadn't worn those ugly, tan Ugg shoes. Who would have know she knew anything on makeup?
"You're back on in 5 . . 4 . . 3" Mr. Kinney started his countdown 'til I was back on the air. "2 . . 1!"
"That is all for today but don't worry, we will be back tomorrow and for the rest of the school week." I said as I gave a wink to the camera.
"And we are OFF!" screamed Mr. Kinney. "Great job kids! See you tomorrow."
I got up from my chair and examined my outfit. I needed to know of anything was wrinkled. I wore a black vest over my white shirt. I bought this from Rue 21 for a great price of $65. My black skinny jeans were a Prada exclusive. It also came with a gold, hooped cinto, correia for free which was $70. It came out as a total of $135 not including the amazing leather boots that I wore. I had to be the prettiest 7th grader there especially with my long, black hair. Usually it would be curled but I was really going for a casual look today.
"Brandy!" I yelled. "Where is my Gucci bag?" conhaque Mitchell came rushing to my side carrying my bag. I snatched it from her. I rummaged through the contents 'til I found my lipgloss and eyeliner. "Those makeup artist know nothing about makeup or beauty."
"I know," conhaque agreed. She gave them a dirty look.
"Where are the rest of the crew?" I asked as I put the items back in my bag.
"Chelsea's arm is still broken and Teresa is busy with Brandon." conhaque replied.
Chelsea Hilton was in a tragic accident yesterday that broke her arm. Teresa Santiago was suppose to be holding her up during cheerleading practice but she got distracted when her phone went off. Chelsea was at the topo, início so she came tumbling down. I swear Teresa did that on purpose. Chelsea can't even go to the Fall Formal.
Everyone is talking about the Fall Formal this year. I heard they would actually bring in acrobats for the circus theme. I would so amor to be on the committee to help create the dance because I have some fab ideas.
"Guess what I overheard in the girl's bathroom," conhaque said.
"Is it about me?" I asked.
"Always," She replied.
"Then proceed,"
"Well it turns out that Teresa has quit cheerleading and she is now taking pIano lessons. She has been practicing piano over months now but she never would tell anyone. Her little sister Angelina was telling her friend that Teresa was taking the classes to out stage you when the dance comes. Teresa wants to perform in front of everyone." I gasped as conhaque talked. Teresa was so sneaky!
"But why piano?" I mumbled mais to myself then Brandy.
"Pianist make tons of money," conhaque replied as she checked her fingernails. They were a bright shade of green.
"Why would she need the money? Isn't her father like a billionaire?"
"I don't know," conhaque said. "But I'm going to find out."
"Who here knows anything about 9/11?" asked Mrs. Lennon. A few hand with up. "Then that will be our lesson for today."
"Get ready for a long, boring speech," whispered Teresa to Brandy. They giggled.
"9/11 was when a group of terrorist flew airplanes into both of the twin towers in New York. What made is really devastating was that there were people, tons of them, inside the building. Most of them died." Mrs. Lennon said. I flipped my phone out and the other girls mimicked
Kenya: GR8 NEWS!
Brandy: WAT?
Kenya: PRADA FLIP FLOPS ARE IN SO WEAR SOME TOMORROW WITH A PRADA SWEAT SUIT.
Teresa: AWESOME
Brandy: DON'T OWN ANY, LET'S GO comprar AFTER SCHOOL.
Kenya: FAB IDEA! WE ALSO NEED 2 BUY FORMAL OUTIFITS
"Is my lesson boring you ladies?" Mrs. Lennon called us out. "'Cause I can stop teaching if that's the case."
"No need Mrs. Lennon!" I trying to make my dark brown eyes look pure innocent. "Although your services are unwanted and unneeded, we appreciate you for the effort. Not everyone was born to teach." Everyone laughed at my smart comment.
"Those who have no talent, teach," commented Brandy.
"What if they can't teach either?" Teresa asked being as transparent as possible.
"They end up alone with 12 cats." conhaque replied. Some girls in the back giggled some more. It was fun to watch Mrs. Lennon's face turn bright red.
"Then you ladies can give me better ways to teach my class in detention Saturday!" She huffed.
"You're a hopeless cause," I mumbled under my breathe.
This is an old story which I wrote back in fourth grade. I decided to publicar it since I had no other use for it.
Ashlynn's belly.
Little Jack
Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.
So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
