Dear Diary,
I hate my life now. I am now going against everything of what I stand for. It's all because of one stupid mistake. I can't write about it now. It's just too shameful to write about it. Today I mostly hung around my room. o my new room in Jerry's house. Man I hate him so much now. tu are probably thinking Who are you? What are tu talking about?
I am Lily. I'm a super hero. Actually no I am not. I can die like a normal person but I can't get hurt easily. I have más than one powers so I live a normal life span.
tu know I am actually not a super hero anymore but I'm working on that. My rival actually convinced me to be a villain por force but I think he doesn't know that I'm forming a plan to go back to my super hero mentor.
Jerry just knocked on my door asking "Hey help me rob a bank I need your super speed to help me escape,"
I rolled my eyes "Go to hell Jerry," I dicho pushing my cama up to the door blocking Jerry from getting in.
Already there sweetheart he thought "Oh come on Sweetheart come out I need you,"
"Dude no way I hate your guts," I said
I heard him sigh and murmur something. I think it was "I'm going to blow your door up,"
That was an hora hace and he hasn't done it yet.
I wasn't always with him. I was with this woman named Jenny. She's a super hero too. I forgot what her power is. I'll write más tomorrow.
-lily
I hate my life now. I am now going against everything of what I stand for. It's all because of one stupid mistake. I can't write about it now. It's just too shameful to write about it. Today I mostly hung around my room. o my new room in Jerry's house. Man I hate him so much now. tu are probably thinking Who are you? What are tu talking about?
I am Lily. I'm a super hero. Actually no I am not. I can die like a normal person but I can't get hurt easily. I have más than one powers so I live a normal life span.
tu know I am actually not a super hero anymore but I'm working on that. My rival actually convinced me to be a villain por force but I think he doesn't know that I'm forming a plan to go back to my super hero mentor.
Jerry just knocked on my door asking "Hey help me rob a bank I need your super speed to help me escape,"
I rolled my eyes "Go to hell Jerry," I dicho pushing my cama up to the door blocking Jerry from getting in.
Already there sweetheart he thought "Oh come on Sweetheart come out I need you,"
"Dude no way I hate your guts," I said
I heard him sigh and murmur something. I think it was "I'm going to blow your door up,"
That was an hora hace and he hasn't done it yet.
I wasn't always with him. I was with this woman named Jenny. She's a super hero too. I forgot what her power is. I'll write más tomorrow.
-lily
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
tu used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
tu made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only tu knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
tu ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But tu were wrong
más so than any amor song
tu made me want to sing
With tu following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing tu that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
tu used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
tu made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only tu knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
tu ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But tu were wrong
más so than any amor song
tu made me want to sing
With tu following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing tu that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebridades turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in mostrar business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived por his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived por his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
Please e-mail me o comment. Tell me if tu like this segment o not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.