Yeah, so I got a cold. I practically lost my voice yesterday. I could talk, but it was pretty painful to do so. I'm much better today, but my throat still really hurts.
I've eaten 17 cough drops within the past two days. Woo hoo!
So Mrs. Mezzanotte talked about two people plagiarizing on the last project. What I do is I get the official summary, copy and paste it, and then write my own summary after reading that one (I very quickly forget books that I don't find too interesting). I REALLY HOPE that I didn't cut out and glue the wrong summary. She'd probably hate me for the rest of my three years at high school, be totally unfair in my grading for the rest of the year, and she'll make me feel like the dirtiest and smelliest piece of crap ever.
Jessica grabbed at my butt twice yesterday, but I only managed to get her once. I'll get her back...
She and I got Liz at the SAME time. It was wonderful. Liz didn't like it, but Jessica and I did=)
Whoa, that sounded bad.
K.B and some other dude went up to Emily and Michelle while Jessica and I were up at the lunch line (Jessica got some yummy cheese and fries!). When we got back to the table they were sitting in our seats. K.B. politely got out of Jessica's seat, but the guy that was sitting in my seat wanted me to sit on his lap. I said, "No, thank you." I'm so polite! ^__^
I've started this cool new thing for my blog. I'm writing a long story and I'll be posting little snippets of it every so often on this thing. It'll be so cool! Just to let you know, it's a true story that I'm writing it on. If you just so happen to guess who or what I'm basing the whole story on, DON'T give it away! It's speeeciaaal.
Here it is:
Like silk was your skin, like a god's was your face.
You told me that you loved me.
You promised to never let go.
We danced beneath the stars.
And then I woke up.
Beautiful Dreamers
Snippet #1
MARIA stared outside of her bedroom window longingly, spotting the older Cheque (sheh-keh) outside playing soccer with her older brother.
I wish I could be down there…
“Maria!”
If only I were a boy… I would sacrifice anything to be around him.
“Maria!”
But Dad would never…
“Maria! I thought I told you to wash the clothes!”
The young girl turned around quickly, gasping as she saw the angry face of her father. She put her arms behind her back, trying to close the window without her father noticing. Although her father had only received a second-grade education, he was an extremely clever man.
Maria’s father looked at his daughter quizzically and sighed. “You were staring at Cheque again, weren’t you? I’m telling you, mija, that boy doesn‘t like skinny little wholesome girls like you. He doesn‘t even know that his friend has a little sister!” He ruffled Maria‘s bangs lovingly. “Now you just wait until you can find a man that will accept you and allow you to be his serving wife. Until then, you’ll have to serve your father. Now wash the clothes, and I don’t want to have to tell you again.”
She sagged her shoulders, bending down and quickly gathering the dirty clothes into her apron. As she passed by the window she noticed that it was open. Even from far away she could hear Cheque and her brother screaming as they kicked the fake soccer ball.
It didn’t take long for Maria to give in to her urge to peek out of the window again. Through wide and curious eyes she saw that Cheque and her brother were taking a short break as another player was chasing after the fleeing ball.
Just staring at Cheque weakened Maria’s hands and she dropped her load of laundry, shrieking as it fell. She watched it fall to the ground, suddenly embarrassed. Maria looked up from the floor to glance at Cheque once more before picking up after herself and leaving to wash.
And there it was. She caught his eyes and held on to them, immediately frozen in place. He seemed to be in the same condition as his green eyes did not falter. For an immeasurable amount of time they stared at each other, bewildered by their mutual acknowledgement.
But all things beautiful are eventually broken, and no exceptions were made. The fake soccer ball was abruptly kicked from the other side of the road, speeding toward Cheque.
“Watch it!” the other boy called.
At the last moment Cheque turned away from Maria and threw up his hands, shielding himself from the ball. The ball slapped his hands and bounced away towards the edge of the road in an embarrassing display of skill.
Maria circled around, gathering the dirty clothes and scampering away, her entire face burning.
Wow. I liked that a whole lot more before I pasted it on here. Oh well. Enjoy!
My parents want me to get offline, so I basically have no choice. I'm so tired anyway...
My sister just got home. It's 12:40! She must've gotten in soooo much troubleee!
Well, I gotta go now. Toodles. Don't forget to comment or write on the tagboard. Both are preferred=)
Regards,
Bianka.
Current Quote: "After all, humans, as much as they don’t want to be unaffected by anything, can never live untouched." Soda-Cola-Pop's The Night A Star Fell
Current Mood: Ill.
Current Music: Scars by X Japan.
