Okay, so this might sound boring, but its been on my nerves for a long time and this is the only place to spill it out so here it goes.
So at my middle school whose name shall remain secret (La Villa Middle School), theres this kid whose name shall also be kept secret (jose guerro) and is real jackass. he smells horrible, he gets into fight with guys AND girls, says stuff that make us want to crack his neck, and he sent lots of people to the office for something he did, and the teachers dont do anything but tell him niclely tobehave and get after the people who he made pissed. the other day he kicked my lag and i if it werent for the principle being there, he would have been in hell and me in an asylum. one of my friends brother died a few months ago, and last week he fun of her brother. she punched him good, and recorded it, ill try to post it up on fanpop as soon as i can. anyway, he is such an asshole!!! i know i probably sound cray, but really, just spend a day in my class and youll want to break his neck too. today during reading clss his pencil dropped and he asked me to pick it up, but i didnt because 1 i didnt hear him 2 i was waay to busy reading my bok that i wanst listenign to him or the class. after i heard him say it like 3 times, he touched my leg and told me this, "bitch, get my prncil for me." i felt like screatching my nails on his face until he was dead (i have long nails) then he called my freind a slutt. once again, u might think im crazy, but just spend a day in my class and u'll be pissed and frusttrated. anyone got any ideas for me and my classmates before we actually break his neck or something? (seriously, even peace and love people would want to crack his neck!!!)
So at my middle school whose name shall remain secret (La Villa Middle School), theres this kid whose name shall also be kept secret (jose guerro) and is real jackass. he smells horrible, he gets into fight with guys AND girls, says stuff that make us want to crack his neck, and he sent lots of people to the office for something he did, and the teachers dont do anything but tell him niclely tobehave and get after the people who he made pissed. the other day he kicked my lag and i if it werent for the principle being there, he would have been in hell and me in an asylum. one of my friends brother died a few months ago, and last week he fun of her brother. she punched him good, and recorded it, ill try to post it up on fanpop as soon as i can. anyway, he is such an asshole!!! i know i probably sound cray, but really, just spend a day in my class and youll want to break his neck too. today during reading clss his pencil dropped and he asked me to pick it up, but i didnt because 1 i didnt hear him 2 i was waay to busy reading my bok that i wanst listenign to him or the class. after i heard him say it like 3 times, he touched my leg and told me this, "bitch, get my prncil for me." i felt like screatching my nails on his face until he was dead (i have long nails) then he called my freind a slutt. once again, u might think im crazy, but just spend a day in my class and u'll be pissed and frusttrated. anyone got any ideas for me and my classmates before we actually break his neck or something? (seriously, even peace and love people would want to crack his neck!!!)
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded by my thoughts, but no people. By my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat by me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded by my thoughts, but no people. By my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat by me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy day ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven by two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted by wolves ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
Or have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). You use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to you themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to second person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person books often have the most detail.
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