The roar of the cafeteria was getting out of hand. Some teens screaming in horror. Others encouraging the fight. Some just speechless. i tried my hardest to push through the crowd to see what was going on. I heard the chanting of kids saying “FightFight!” Along with my best friend’s name somewhere in there in that chant. Matthew never learned. Matthew is my best friend and he can never seem to stop and think before doing something. He speaks his mind too quickly and always thinks that people should either put up or shut up. I’m not surprised that he would think that, I mean boys will be boys. But ever since Matt’s mom left he has been…..easily angered for the past couple of months. I’m constantly having to bail him out of every fight. I finally got to the scene. It wasn’t that bad. Matthew wasn’t hurt at all as usual but the other dude looked…..“harmed”.
“Matthew! Let it Go!” The other guy was already on the floor but that wasn’t enough. “Matthew! Caught it out!” When I saw he wasn’t listening I stepped out in front of him. As soon as he looked into my eyes he knew he had went to far. We walked away. Matt just had his head down. We got the car and we sat in silence for a while; just staring at the full parking lot.
Finally, “i’m sorry.”
“What did he do this time?” My tone was harsh.
“Wait. I tried to control myself…….” Then i heard his voice crack.
“He was talking about my Mom Jaz.”
I looked at him for the first time since we had gotten in the car.
“Fine. But I’m not bailing you out next time Matthew. I’m serious. You’re lucky none of the administrators heard.”
“Yeah”. He huffed.
“So how bad does he look Matthew?”
“Well….he could pass for tripping in the cafeteria.” I saw a grin sweep his face.
“I’m serious Mathew!”
“So am I ! He doesn’t look that bad!”
I rolled my eyes and turned on the radio. it was quite for a while.
“You look pretty today. I like the new hair color.” He tried to make me loosen up.
I sighed. “You’re forgiven. No need to be a kiss-up.”
“Thank you Jaz. And I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked pretty today.”
i just rolled my eyes and smiled. He was always doing that. Matthew and i have been best friends since at least 3rd grade. I know still til this day he likes me. But…..Right now i just dont feel that strong for him= I mean dont get me wrong, it’s not like his is ugly. He was amazing brown eyes that any girl could get lost in and pitch black soft hair that can make anyone take a second look at. The boy has charm that hundreds of guys would kill for. But..he is my best friend. And for right now, that is all he is gonna be
“Matthew! Let it Go!” The other guy was already on the floor but that wasn’t enough. “Matthew! Caught it out!” When I saw he wasn’t listening I stepped out in front of him. As soon as he looked into my eyes he knew he had went to far. We walked away. Matt just had his head down. We got the car and we sat in silence for a while; just staring at the full parking lot.
Finally, “i’m sorry.”
“What did he do this time?” My tone was harsh.
“Wait. I tried to control myself…….” Then i heard his voice crack.
“He was talking about my Mom Jaz.”
I looked at him for the first time since we had gotten in the car.
“Fine. But I’m not bailing you out next time Matthew. I’m serious. You’re lucky none of the administrators heard.”
“Yeah”. He huffed.
“So how bad does he look Matthew?”
“Well….he could pass for tripping in the cafeteria.” I saw a grin sweep his face.
“I’m serious Mathew!”
“So am I ! He doesn’t look that bad!”
I rolled my eyes and turned on the radio. it was quite for a while.
“You look pretty today. I like the new hair color.” He tried to make me loosen up.
I sighed. “You’re forgiven. No need to be a kiss-up.”
“Thank you Jaz. And I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked pretty today.”
i just rolled my eyes and smiled. He was always doing that. Matthew and i have been best friends since at least 3rd grade. I know still til this day he likes me. But…..Right now i just dont feel that strong for him= I mean dont get me wrong, it’s not like his is ugly. He was amazing brown eyes that any girl could get lost in and pitch black soft hair that can make anyone take a second look at. The boy has charm that hundreds of guys would kill for. But..he is my best friend. And for right now, that is all he is gonna be
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a tree
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the top you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this day those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
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