Old writings 1/2
These are few of my writings that I found on this computer and they're pretty good. Better than how I write now...Which is bad. I'm just posting these here so I dont lost them. If you do read them, please remember that I wrote this when I was in 7/8th grade.
This one's a little weird and I dont quiet remember where I was going with it. Kinda wish I still knew.
I sighed as once again, school had started. I hated school, for two reasons. One, I have to wake up early. And two, I’m so short, it’s not like I’m even there.
I mean, when you’re in your senior year of high school, and stand, 5’0” there’s got to be something wrong with you. This is what I am right now.
I hopped off the bus, my normal ride to school, because my mom is scared that I would get into a car crash, because I wasn’t able to see over the steering wheel. Psh...Like that would ever happen.
“Hey! Grass! Over here,” A voice shouted from the crowd of students. I right away, knew it was my friend, Adam.
Okay, now you might find this strange, that a kid that stands 5’ even is best friends with a giant. And I mean a giant. He is so friggin tall. I think he said that he was, like, 6’7”, or something.
I turn my head towards the crowd, to see his giant head above the crowd. I mean, if I was a girl, I would so date him. Hell, I'd probably date him now. He had dark blond hair, and I swear it had a tint of blue in it if you look right. This would kinda be okay, since his whole family has blue hair. And I mean his whole family. Anywho, back to the subject we were on before his hair.
“Hey Adam,” I said as he ran up to me. He was wearing his normal wear. Baggy blue jeans and a blue and white stripped button up shirt. As I looked up at him, I swear he grew another inch....Or foot. Before, I was up to his middle chest, and now I was up to his waist.
“Did you grow again or something?” I asked him, as we trudged into the school building.
“Are you sure, you didn’t just shrink?” He replied with a chuckled, his green eyes filled with amusement.
Oh yeah, earlier, when Adam called me Grass, I’ll explain why he did.
You see, I have this bright green hair, the color of grass, hence the name. Also, when we were still in eight grade, he said that I looked like fresh cut grass, and that was the beginning of our, quote beautiful, un-quote friendship.
I rolled my light purple colored eyes and scanned the hallway, as Adam continued to crack short jokes.
There he was.
My target.
The only person who could protect me from the giant. I glanced at Adam, then back at slightly shorter, but still taller then me, dyed black haired boy that was getting stuff out of his locker. I glanced back at Adam, still seeing that he hadn’t noticed him. I looked at the hallway, and a path magical appeared before me. But before I knew what I was doing, I took off.
Running as fast as I could on such short legs, and I ran full speed into him. He slid to the side a little, but other then that, he didn’t even notice I ran into him. I clung to his leg, as I turned and saw Adam running up to him. The boy who I was clinging to looked down at me, then back up to Adam, his droopy, bagged, light grey eyes, still asleep, or was still on a high, having no clue what was going on.
Finally he spoke up, his words slurppy and hard to make out.
“Mm, wha’s goin’ ‘n guys?” He said, and I knew that he had, either gotten high before school, or was still on a high from the day before, which I knew he had been doing, because when he does, he tends to call my cell in the middle of the night, and leave messages. Nonstop. I sighed and let go of his leg, and looked at him. I put my hands on my waist, much like my mother does when I was out to late.
“And exactly, what were you doing this morning, Paul Anthony Willis?” I asked him, my light purple eyes looking straight into his light grey ones that looked unfocused.
He blinked slowly, “Huh?” He said.
I sighed, and shook my head. “You did again, didn’t you?” I asked him. I heard Adam groan behind me, and mutter a “Not again.”
Paul just stared at me, like a fish out of water. “Wha’ da mea’, Err’” He mumbled, closing his locker door.
I looked at him and sighed, “You know what I mean,” I replied, looking at Adam for help. He just shrugged his shoulders.
I rolled my eyes, which I had a habit of doing often, and grabbed Paul’s hand. “C’mon I’m taking you to the nurse’s office. You can come to my house, until it wears off.” I said, pulling the dumb-founded boy towards the office.
“Grass, you’re gonna be late for class!” Adam yelled to us.
“Make something up, I don’t care.” I yelled back, continuing to pull Paul towards the office.
The nurse looked up as Paul and I walked into the office. " Again?” She asked, in this monotone voice.
“Yeah. You know the drill.” I replied. The nurse nodded, knowing what had happened. Paul had been known to be in the nurse’s office all the time. Hell, I think he was in it, more then he was in normal classes. I left the nurse’s office, and walked toward my class room, just as the bell rang. I sighed, as I pulled open the door, and walked in.
“Sorry, I was late. Had something to do.” I said, looking over at the teacher. I blinked when I recognized it as my next door neighbor, Mr. Ollie. I blinked when I saw a student standing beside him. ‘Must be new.’ I thought to myself, as I walked to an empty desk by Adam, and sat down.
I leaned over to Adam. “Who’s he?” I whispered.
“New kid just moved here.” Adam whispered back.
I blinked. “Who would wanna move here?” I said looked at him.
“Adam, Errol, do you two have something to share with the class?”
I looked to see, Mr. Ollie, and all the students looking at us.
“Well, I just confessing my undying love for Adam, but thats something personal.” I said, winking at Adam. Adam made a kissy face, and a little heart with his fingers.
“Love you, too, Err.” Adam said, with a smile leaning back.
Mr. Ollie shook his head. “As I was saying, we have a new student. Class this is Casey Patterson, I expect you all to be nice to him, and help him out.” He said, looking at all of us. “Well, Casey, tell us where you moved from, and some interests you have.” He finished looking at Casey.
It was then when I got a good look at him. He had dark red hair, which covered his right eye. He was wearing a plain black long sleeve shirt, and a pair of black jeans. His backpack was the kind that hangs on your hip, and it was red. It was also covered in all sorts of buttons, with sayings and faces, and patches. He had light blue eyes, and silver, oval shaped glasses.
“Well, I moved here from the south, and some interests I have is that I like to draw.” He said. His voice had a slight Southern accent.
Mr. Ollie blinked when he realized that Casey wasn’t going to say anything else. “Okay, Casey, you can sit beside Errol, don't let him scare you though.” He said, pointing to an empty desk to my left.
"Roar," I said, sarcastically.
Casey raised an eyebrow, and walked over to the seat, and sat down.
“Okay class, now that that’s over, its time to explore the times of Ancient history,” Mr. Ollie said, “Please get out your books and turn to page 185. And read silently, then answers the questions on the board.” He finished, before sitting down behind his desk.
After I was done reading and answering the questions, I just sat there. I looked at the clock, seeing that there was still an hour left. I sighed and got out my sketch book, and opened it a new page. I sighed again, and thought about what I should draw. I drew a few circles. And within 10 minutes, those circles transformed into a body of a dragon. I don’t know how it happens, but it does. As I watched my hand draw, I knew it was the dragon that I normally drew. It had fur on its back and to the tip of its tail. It was currently flying through the air. I drew a couple of clouds, before getting out my colored pencils, and started coloring. The dragon’s fur was now an aqua blue color, and its scales were dark red tinted with gold. I was coloring the sky when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and into the eye for Casey. I blinked.
“What?” I whispered, looking at him.
He blinked, and then looked down at my picture. “Can I see it?” He asked, whispering back. I blinked then handed my sketch book to him.
I watched as he flipped through the pages. I was rather touchy about who saw my sketch book, since it was kind of like my diary. As I watched Casey look through my sketch book, I felt something hit the side of my head. I looked over my shoulder, at Adam. “What?” I mouthed to him. I watched him hold up a finger, and write something on a piece of paper, before crumbling it up, and tossing it onto my desk.
I opened it, and read:
‘Hey…Lettin’ the new student see your sketchbook, are ya goin’ a little to fast?’ Written in Adam’s messy handwriting. I threw Adam a glare, and he just smiled
‘What the hell does that mean? I let you see my sketchbook. And I let Paul. What’s so wrong about letting people see your sketchbook?” I wrote back, and tossed it back.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked over, seeing Casey handing my back my sketchbook, with a piece of paper. I took it and opened the piece of paper, and read:
‘Hey, you got some pretty good stuff in there. You in Advanced Arts?’ I blinked. Boy, was his handwriting hard to read. It didn’t help that he wrote really small and in cursive. I wrote back.
‘Duh, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?’ Before I threw it back at Casey, another piece of paper fell onto my desk. I rolled my eyes, and opened it, seeing that Adam wrote something else.
‘Hey, you wouldn’t let us see your sketchbook, until three years after we met you. And you let him see it? I didn’t know you went for red heads. I always thought you went for blondes. Or maybe you’re just getting desperate. Oh, poor poor Errol.’
I stared opened mouth at what Adam wrote. I could feel my face heat up. Dammit, Adam. I scribbled something down, before tossing both papers back. I sighed, as I watched Adam opened his note. Then I saw his confused face.
Wait. Confused face.
Adam lifted up the note, and turned it towards me, showing me the note that Casey had written….
This means, if Adam has that one…Then Casey has….Oh shit.
I let my head hit the desk. “So stupid.” I muttered to myself. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked over my shoulder, seeing Casey holding a piece of paper. Wait, is his face red? No, no, must be his hair, or something.
“Um, I don’t think this is mine...” He said, sounding uncertain. Great, now he’s probably thinking I’m a crazy stalker or something.
“Uh...Yeah...” I say, taking the note. “Aheheh...About the stuff Adam wrote. He was just joking. I swear.” I say quickly.
“Ahaha, no worries.” He whispers back before the bell rings.
I glared at Adam, while packing up my things. I looked back to Casey’s seat to find it empty.
Boy, was he fast.
As Adam walked over to me, I threw him another glare. "Thanks, now because of you, he thinks I'm a crazy gay psycho." He said in a hushed voice. Adam, blinked, "Aren't you, though?" He whispered.
I jerked around, and looked at him, my face heating up alittle. "So!?!? What does that have to do with anything!?!?" I asked quickly, in a whisper. He merely shrugged his shoulders. "So, what class do you have next?" Adam asked.
I sighed, "Study hall, you?"
"Lucky, I have English," He replied, making a face and sticking his tonuge out. "Well, better go so I'm not late," He said with a sigh, and began walking away. "I'll see ya at lunch." He waved behind him. I waved back, sighed, and started walking to the library.
I think it was gonna have something to do with ghosts, but who knows. MY GOD I ACTUALLY HAD GRAMMAR IN THIS. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME DX
This one's a little weird and I dont quiet remember where I was going with it. Kinda wish I still knew.
I sighed as once again, school had started. I hated school, for two reasons. One, I have to wake up early. And two, I’m so short, it’s not like I’m even there.
I mean, when you’re in your senior year of high school, and stand, 5’0” there’s got to be something wrong with you. This is what I am right now.
I hopped off the bus, my normal ride to school, because my mom is scared that I would get into a car crash, because I wasn’t able to see over the steering wheel. Psh...Like that would ever happen.
“Hey! Grass! Over here,” A voice shouted from the crowd of students. I right away, knew it was my friend, Adam.
Okay, now you might find this strange, that a kid that stands 5’ even is best friends with a giant. And I mean a giant. He is so friggin tall. I think he said that he was, like, 6’7”, or something.
I turn my head towards the crowd, to see his giant head above the crowd. I mean, if I was a girl, I would so date him. Hell, I'd probably date him now. He had dark blond hair, and I swear it had a tint of blue in it if you look right. This would kinda be okay, since his whole family has blue hair. And I mean his whole family. Anywho, back to the subject we were on before his hair.
“Hey Adam,” I said as he ran up to me. He was wearing his normal wear. Baggy blue jeans and a blue and white stripped button up shirt. As I looked up at him, I swear he grew another inch....Or foot. Before, I was up to his middle chest, and now I was up to his waist.
“Did you grow again or something?” I asked him, as we trudged into the school building.
“Are you sure, you didn’t just shrink?” He replied with a chuckled, his green eyes filled with amusement.
Oh yeah, earlier, when Adam called me Grass, I’ll explain why he did.
You see, I have this bright green hair, the color of grass, hence the name. Also, when we were still in eight grade, he said that I looked like fresh cut grass, and that was the beginning of our, quote beautiful, un-quote friendship.
I rolled my light purple colored eyes and scanned the hallway, as Adam continued to crack short jokes.
There he was.
My target.
The only person who could protect me from the giant. I glanced at Adam, then back at slightly shorter, but still taller then me, dyed black haired boy that was getting stuff out of his locker. I glanced back at Adam, still seeing that he hadn’t noticed him. I looked at the hallway, and a path magical appeared before me. But before I knew what I was doing, I took off.
Running as fast as I could on such short legs, and I ran full speed into him. He slid to the side a little, but other then that, he didn’t even notice I ran into him. I clung to his leg, as I turned and saw Adam running up to him. The boy who I was clinging to looked down at me, then back up to Adam, his droopy, bagged, light grey eyes, still asleep, or was still on a high, having no clue what was going on.
Finally he spoke up, his words slurppy and hard to make out.
“Mm, wha’s goin’ ‘n guys?” He said, and I knew that he had, either gotten high before school, or was still on a high from the day before, which I knew he had been doing, because when he does, he tends to call my cell in the middle of the night, and leave messages. Nonstop. I sighed and let go of his leg, and looked at him. I put my hands on my waist, much like my mother does when I was out to late.
“And exactly, what were you doing this morning, Paul Anthony Willis?” I asked him, my light purple eyes looking straight into his light grey ones that looked unfocused.
He blinked slowly, “Huh?” He said.
I sighed, and shook my head. “You did again, didn’t you?” I asked him. I heard Adam groan behind me, and mutter a “Not again.”
Paul just stared at me, like a fish out of water. “Wha’ da mea’, Err’” He mumbled, closing his locker door.
I looked at him and sighed, “You know what I mean,” I replied, looking at Adam for help. He just shrugged his shoulders.
I rolled my eyes, which I had a habit of doing often, and grabbed Paul’s hand. “C’mon I’m taking you to the nurse’s office. You can come to my house, until it wears off.” I said, pulling the dumb-founded boy towards the office.
“Grass, you’re gonna be late for class!” Adam yelled to us.
“Make something up, I don’t care.” I yelled back, continuing to pull Paul towards the office.
The nurse looked up as Paul and I walked into the office. " Again?” She asked, in this monotone voice.
“Yeah. You know the drill.” I replied. The nurse nodded, knowing what had happened. Paul had been known to be in the nurse’s office all the time. Hell, I think he was in it, more then he was in normal classes. I left the nurse’s office, and walked toward my class room, just as the bell rang. I sighed, as I pulled open the door, and walked in.
“Sorry, I was late. Had something to do.” I said, looking over at the teacher. I blinked when I recognized it as my next door neighbor, Mr. Ollie. I blinked when I saw a student standing beside him. ‘Must be new.’ I thought to myself, as I walked to an empty desk by Adam, and sat down.
I leaned over to Adam. “Who’s he?” I whispered.
“New kid just moved here.” Adam whispered back.
I blinked. “Who would wanna move here?” I said looked at him.
“Adam, Errol, do you two have something to share with the class?”
I looked to see, Mr. Ollie, and all the students looking at us.
“Well, I just confessing my undying love for Adam, but thats something personal.” I said, winking at Adam. Adam made a kissy face, and a little heart with his fingers.
“Love you, too, Err.” Adam said, with a smile leaning back.
Mr. Ollie shook his head. “As I was saying, we have a new student. Class this is Casey Patterson, I expect you all to be nice to him, and help him out.” He said, looking at all of us. “Well, Casey, tell us where you moved from, and some interests you have.” He finished looking at Casey.
It was then when I got a good look at him. He had dark red hair, which covered his right eye. He was wearing a plain black long sleeve shirt, and a pair of black jeans. His backpack was the kind that hangs on your hip, and it was red. It was also covered in all sorts of buttons, with sayings and faces, and patches. He had light blue eyes, and silver, oval shaped glasses.
“Well, I moved here from the south, and some interests I have is that I like to draw.” He said. His voice had a slight Southern accent.
Mr. Ollie blinked when he realized that Casey wasn’t going to say anything else. “Okay, Casey, you can sit beside Errol, don't let him scare you though.” He said, pointing to an empty desk to my left.
"Roar," I said, sarcastically.
Casey raised an eyebrow, and walked over to the seat, and sat down.
“Okay class, now that that’s over, its time to explore the times of Ancient history,” Mr. Ollie said, “Please get out your books and turn to page 185. And read silently, then answers the questions on the board.” He finished, before sitting down behind his desk.
After I was done reading and answering the questions, I just sat there. I looked at the clock, seeing that there was still an hour left. I sighed and got out my sketch book, and opened it a new page. I sighed again, and thought about what I should draw. I drew a few circles. And within 10 minutes, those circles transformed into a body of a dragon. I don’t know how it happens, but it does. As I watched my hand draw, I knew it was the dragon that I normally drew. It had fur on its back and to the tip of its tail. It was currently flying through the air. I drew a couple of clouds, before getting out my colored pencils, and started coloring. The dragon’s fur was now an aqua blue color, and its scales were dark red tinted with gold. I was coloring the sky when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and into the eye for Casey. I blinked.
“What?” I whispered, looking at him.
He blinked, and then looked down at my picture. “Can I see it?” He asked, whispering back. I blinked then handed my sketch book to him.
I watched as he flipped through the pages. I was rather touchy about who saw my sketch book, since it was kind of like my diary. As I watched Casey look through my sketch book, I felt something hit the side of my head. I looked over my shoulder, at Adam. “What?” I mouthed to him. I watched him hold up a finger, and write something on a piece of paper, before crumbling it up, and tossing it onto my desk.
I opened it, and read:
‘Hey…Lettin’ the new student see your sketchbook, are ya goin’ a little to fast?’ Written in Adam’s messy handwriting. I threw Adam a glare, and he just smiled
‘What the hell does that mean? I let you see my sketchbook. And I let Paul. What’s so wrong about letting people see your sketchbook?” I wrote back, and tossed it back.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked over, seeing Casey handing my back my sketchbook, with a piece of paper. I took it and opened the piece of paper, and read:
‘Hey, you got some pretty good stuff in there. You in Advanced Arts?’ I blinked. Boy, was his handwriting hard to read. It didn’t help that he wrote really small and in cursive. I wrote back.
‘Duh, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?’ Before I threw it back at Casey, another piece of paper fell onto my desk. I rolled my eyes, and opened it, seeing that Adam wrote something else.
‘Hey, you wouldn’t let us see your sketchbook, until three years after we met you. And you let him see it? I didn’t know you went for red heads. I always thought you went for blondes. Or maybe you’re just getting desperate. Oh, poor poor Errol.’
I stared opened mouth at what Adam wrote. I could feel my face heat up. Dammit, Adam. I scribbled something down, before tossing both papers back. I sighed, as I watched Adam opened his note. Then I saw his confused face.
Wait. Confused face.
Adam lifted up the note, and turned it towards me, showing me the note that Casey had written….
This means, if Adam has that one…Then Casey has….Oh shit.
I let my head hit the desk. “So stupid.” I muttered to myself. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked over my shoulder, seeing Casey holding a piece of paper. Wait, is his face red? No, no, must be his hair, or something.
“Um, I don’t think this is mine...” He said, sounding uncertain. Great, now he’s probably thinking I’m a crazy stalker or something.
“Uh...Yeah...” I say, taking the note. “Aheheh...About the stuff Adam wrote. He was just joking. I swear.” I say quickly.
“Ahaha, no worries.” He whispers back before the bell rings.
I glared at Adam, while packing up my things. I looked back to Casey’s seat to find it empty.
Boy, was he fast.
As Adam walked over to me, I threw him another glare. "Thanks, now because of you, he thinks I'm a crazy gay psycho." He said in a hushed voice. Adam, blinked, "Aren't you, though?" He whispered.
I jerked around, and looked at him, my face heating up alittle. "So!?!? What does that have to do with anything!?!?" I asked quickly, in a whisper. He merely shrugged his shoulders. "So, what class do you have next?" Adam asked.
I sighed, "Study hall, you?"
"Lucky, I have English," He replied, making a face and sticking his tonuge out. "Well, better go so I'm not late," He said with a sigh, and began walking away. "I'll see ya at lunch." He waved behind him. I waved back, sighed, and started walking to the library.
I think it was gonna have something to do with ghosts, but who knows. MY GOD I ACTUALLY HAD GRAMMAR IN THIS. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME DX