Kayla
Jean-Michel is usually called Bun and no one knows why not even him. Today he came over for tutoring. Today I was to help him with his introduction on his book report for The Giver. I was in my old basketball jersey and a pair of sweats. He looked over his introduction and was obviously wasn’t very proud of it cause he handed it to me like it was his soul in a very slow and possessive manner much so that I had to pull it out of his hands. I read over the intro and it wasn’t that bad it would have been great if it weren’t for all misspellings. I hadn’t got a once of sleep last night so I was constantly yawning and running my fingers through my hair. He seems bored out of his mind but he keeps writing probably trying to please me. He then sees me almost fall asleep on the table and he asks “ You wanna do this another time?” “ No it’s ok just wake me up whenever you need me to check it.” “ Sure thing.”
Jean-Michel
Kayla looks even more pleasnt in her sleep so its hard for me to wake her up to check my intro. When I finally do she says I’m done and I can go but I ask her “ Do you wanna play basketball or are you too tired?” “ I’ll play but take it easy on me.” “ Yea Right.” “ Well I’ll have a good excuse for not winning so it wouldn’t matter.” “ Correctomondo.” “ Fake Spainish really.” “ What it funny?” “ I have to admit it kind of is.” “ Ok lets go play basketball.” We go to the court and Mi is there practicing her free throws. “ Mi wanna play some B-ball?” “ Yea.” Mi and me do a jump ball which really isn’t fair cause she’s 5ft’5 and I’m 5 ft. She of course wins and passes the ball to Kayla who dribbles down court who passes to Mi who shots but it falls off the edge of the rim. Its my turn with the ball but Kayla is blocking me from the basket and she is really good at defense so I throw the basketball under my legs run around her and shoot from the three point line and make it in a swoosh.
Kayla
Prince and me sit next to each other in French and I can tell that he likes Riss by the way he keeps looking over at her every 15 minutes. He is so oblivious that Peyton starts making kissy kissy faces behind his back. There are 5 reasons I’ll never go out with Peyton
1. He disses my friends
2. He couldn’t get a date with anyone on his life
3. He’s Racist
4. He has girl hair
5. HE smells like PEE
There are only 3 people I hate more than Peyton and they are Chris, Kaleb, and Jennifer. Braden is our body guard in our Basketball troop and when he see’s what Peyton’s doing he chucks a piece of crumpled notebook paper at Peyton. Who then looks like one of those cartoons that gets hit by the iron board.
Jean-Michel is usually called Bun and no one knows why not even him. Today he came over for tutoring. Today I was to help him with his introduction on his book report for The Giver. I was in my old basketball jersey and a pair of sweats. He looked over his introduction and was obviously wasn’t very proud of it cause he handed it to me like it was his soul in a very slow and possessive manner much so that I had to pull it out of his hands. I read over the intro and it wasn’t that bad it would have been great if it weren’t for all misspellings. I hadn’t got a once of sleep last night so I was constantly yawning and running my fingers through my hair. He seems bored out of his mind but he keeps writing probably trying to please me. He then sees me almost fall asleep on the table and he asks “ You wanna do this another time?” “ No it’s ok just wake me up whenever you need me to check it.” “ Sure thing.”
Jean-Michel
Kayla looks even more pleasnt in her sleep so its hard for me to wake her up to check my intro. When I finally do she says I’m done and I can go but I ask her “ Do you wanna play basketball or are you too tired?” “ I’ll play but take it easy on me.” “ Yea Right.” “ Well I’ll have a good excuse for not winning so it wouldn’t matter.” “ Correctomondo.” “ Fake Spainish really.” “ What it funny?” “ I have to admit it kind of is.” “ Ok lets go play basketball.” We go to the court and Mi is there practicing her free throws. “ Mi wanna play some B-ball?” “ Yea.” Mi and me do a jump ball which really isn’t fair cause she’s 5ft’5 and I’m 5 ft. She of course wins and passes the ball to Kayla who dribbles down court who passes to Mi who shots but it falls off the edge of the rim. Its my turn with the ball but Kayla is blocking me from the basket and she is really good at defense so I throw the basketball under my legs run around her and shoot from the three point line and make it in a swoosh.
Kayla
Prince and me sit next to each other in French and I can tell that he likes Riss by the way he keeps looking over at her every 15 minutes. He is so oblivious that Peyton starts making kissy kissy faces behind his back. There are 5 reasons I’ll never go out with Peyton
1. He disses my friends
2. He couldn’t get a date with anyone on his life
3. He’s Racist
4. He has girl hair
5. HE smells like PEE
There are only 3 people I hate more than Peyton and they are Chris, Kaleb, and Jennifer. Braden is our body guard in our Basketball troop and when he see’s what Peyton’s doing he chucks a piece of crumpled notebook paper at Peyton. Who then looks like one of those cartoons that gets hit by the iron board.
