Well, hi there. My name is Emma. Anyways, I'll go straight to the point.
I woke today with two idea's of a story to write. One is Diary of a Slut. About how a slut goes through the day. What she's thinking, feeling, and hearing. Blah, blah, blibbity blah.
My second is The Girl with the Big Breast. (Still working on a better title for that). About a girl with the biggest breast in the school. Every girl bullies her for them. So she does plastic surgery to make them very small. The surgery has gone wrong...and that's all I got.
Angel was so excited, her best best friends were coming for her birthday sleepover at five o clock! Time crept slowly to ten past five and still not a single soul in sight! Suddenly her little sister Summer shouted “Ha Ha they're not coming they hate you so much!” Angel ran upstairs weeping and charged desperately into her sister Friday's room.
“Was Summer being mean to you again?” asked Friday
“Yes, she said that my friends weren't coming because they hate me and that's not true!”
trickle down his back as he rowed.
I could just drift, he thought, and sleep and put a bight of line around
my toe to wake me. But today is eighty-five days and I should fish the
Just then, watching his lines, he saw one of the projecting green sticks
"Yes," he said. "Yes," and shipped his oars without bumping the boat. He
reached out for the line and held it softly between the thumb and
forefinger of his right hand. He felt no strain nor weight and he held the