This is something I just wrote like ten mintues ago, and I didn't edit it very much, so sorry about that. I'm debating whether to go further with this or not, so opinions are great. Anything you have to say is welcome(: Also, if I made any mistakes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please tell me so I can correct them, thanks:D
“Finally, Friday.” I thought as my alarm clock woke me up. This week’s almost over, just one more day. I dragged myself out of my warm bed to turn off the loud buzzing noise generated from my alarm and got ready for the day like I always did. I dreaded the coming hours of pain, I hated leaving the house, I hated going to school.
I parked my car, turned off the ignition, and sat there, staring at the dashboard. School was just about the single most painful thing for me, but I had to go in, I had to be brave. I opened the door, stepped out of the car into the icy air, took one step and fell. Great. Ice. I picked myself up and cautiously walked the rest of the way to the building.
I had spent so much time staring at nothing that I only had about two minutes to get my books and hull it over to home room. But I was okay with being rushed these days, free time was the enemy. I made it on time and took my seat by the door. I listened to the principal’s announcements, not really needing to and then the bell rang for first period. I got up quickly before I could overhear anything Taelor and her friends had to say about me.
They were the reason I couldn’t bare to be at school. A few years ago, sometime during freshman year, I used to be best friends with Taelor, Alexa, and Hanna. But then someone spread a rumor saying I had called Taelor a bitch. I didn’t though, she was my best friend. At first, it was only Taelor who hated me, so I would still sit with our group at lunch. But then, Alexa and Hanna turned on me too, so I scooted down a couple of seats during lunch. I remember redoing math homework just to look like I was busy, like I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“What an asshole!” One of them would say, then everyone else would join in laughing. They would throw their empty pop bottles at me. It was extremely immature, but they thought it was I fitting punishment I guess. Then one day I couldn’t take it anymore, and to this day I eat lunch in the school’s media center.
The morning went by quickly, as it always did. And before I knew it, it was sixth period. Lunch.
Thanks for reading(:
“Finally, Friday.” I thought as my alarm clock woke me up. This week’s almost over, just one more day. I dragged myself out of my warm bed to turn off the loud buzzing noise generated from my alarm and got ready for the day like I always did. I dreaded the coming hours of pain, I hated leaving the house, I hated going to school.
I parked my car, turned off the ignition, and sat there, staring at the dashboard. School was just about the single most painful thing for me, but I had to go in, I had to be brave. I opened the door, stepped out of the car into the icy air, took one step and fell. Great. Ice. I picked myself up and cautiously walked the rest of the way to the building.
I had spent so much time staring at nothing that I only had about two minutes to get my books and hull it over to home room. But I was okay with being rushed these days, free time was the enemy. I made it on time and took my seat by the door. I listened to the principal’s announcements, not really needing to and then the bell rang for first period. I got up quickly before I could overhear anything Taelor and her friends had to say about me.
They were the reason I couldn’t bare to be at school. A few years ago, sometime during freshman year, I used to be best friends with Taelor, Alexa, and Hanna. But then someone spread a rumor saying I had called Taelor a bitch. I didn’t though, she was my best friend. At first, it was only Taelor who hated me, so I would still sit with our group at lunch. But then, Alexa and Hanna turned on me too, so I scooted down a couple of seats during lunch. I remember redoing math homework just to look like I was busy, like I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“What an asshole!” One of them would say, then everyone else would join in laughing. They would throw their empty pop bottles at me. It was extremely immature, but they thought it was I fitting punishment I guess. Then one day I couldn’t take it anymore, and to this day I eat lunch in the school’s media center.
The morning went by quickly, as it always did. And before I knew it, it was sixth period. Lunch.
Thanks for reading(:
The Writer Behind the Words
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
guitar by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if you think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if you just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if you think that we cant sing it faster then you wrong but itll help if you just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if you just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
wirtten by:sponge bob
guitar by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if you think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if you just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if you think that we cant sing it faster then you wrong but itll help if you just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if you just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
umm hey guys sorry i have not posted anything in so long I got major writing block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
