As I stood there waiting at the calle corner I thought about how much I was going to kill Fawn. She's making me wait por the calle corner drenched in rain while she was probably getting a ride from her father.
I then saw her father's car turn up around the corner. Fawn, with her colourful Jansport bag came out... with an umbrella. I ran up to her and estola the umbrella.
"Hey gothie! Come back here!" She yelled. I laughed as I ran away. She loved to call me gothie. I wore black make-up, black clothing, and I loved skulls. But that doesn't make me goth!
If I'm not a goth, my own person, then what am I? A Jazmine copy? Jazmine is my twin sister older my two minutos and thinks that she is so much better than I am. She's a popular girl at her private school while I'm like a freaky loner no one likes.
Even our parents compare us! "Jaylene what's this B+ on French? Jazmine got an A. Where's your A?" "Oh Jaylene please don't slouch. Your posture won't be good when tu grow up. Sit más like Jazmine." Jazmine this, Jazmine that.
The only person that doesn't judge me, besides Fawn, is Tristan Bennett/Gibson, my half, older brother. "Mom why does Jaylene have to be like Jazmine? Don't tu want the twins to have there own idenities? Jaylene is herself and no one else." I amor my big brother.
"Gotcha!" screamed adular, fawn as she grabbed her umbrella back. por now she was covered in rain water from head to toe. "I hate you." She walked towards the school.
"Aww... I amor tu too." I dicho as I followed her. Suddenly she sped up. I have no idea why. I practically had to run to catch up to her.
I huffed alongside Fawn. "What's wrong?" I asked trying to stop her but failing. "Karalynn." She dicho before jogging into the building.
Karalynn Rivers. She was the most stuck up, meanest, rudest, most popular girl in our school. She makes everyone feel bad and she even spilled naranja pop all over Fawn's new white jacket. Nice rudeness...
"What do we have first period?" I asked. We were in the same class, which was such a relief. No one wanted to be friends with stupid gothie o sunshine princess. Plus when your in grade seven tu stay with your same class all day... that's why I'm lucky to have Fawn.
"Phys-ed." Yes best and easiest class first. I am not like one of those goths that are all emo and hate running but instead like to cut myself... sterotype. I am actually a very energetic girl that has a B average and loves black. That's all.
"Well lookie here... isn't it loser and... loser-er." dicho that obnoxious jock guy Trone.
"Move." I dicho trying to push pass him.
"Move for loser-er... no." Well I guess I know which one I am.
"Nicholas these are the losers I was telling tu about... the ones to aviod."
He moved over revealing a very cute boy. He wasn't goth-like like me. He was más of a bright, sunny type of boy... perfect for Fawn.
Trone laughed. All his jerky jock friends laughed. Nicholas laughed awkwardly. Maybe he didn't want to be there? I don't know.
"Now mover it." He dicho pushing me away. Rude much? I think that Karalynn and Trone would make a great couple.
"Okay... then." dicho Fawn. We were used to this kind of stuff.
"Fawn wasn't Nicholas cute?" I asked. We sometimes do this. Even though no one will ever like us we still talk about them.
"Eh. Not really. Do tu like him?" she asked.
"Well he's cute-ish. más of your type though." I said.
"Just because he's not emo/goth doesn't make him your type? Try talking to him." adular, fawn said. "I'm not emo o goth."
"Whatever tu say gothie. And I will force tu to talk to that boy no matter what."
"Okay... let's get to gym." We headed over to our lockers and then to the gym. I just hoped Nicholas wasn't in my class.
I then saw her father's car turn up around the corner. Fawn, with her colourful Jansport bag came out... with an umbrella. I ran up to her and estola the umbrella.
"Hey gothie! Come back here!" She yelled. I laughed as I ran away. She loved to call me gothie. I wore black make-up, black clothing, and I loved skulls. But that doesn't make me goth!
If I'm not a goth, my own person, then what am I? A Jazmine copy? Jazmine is my twin sister older my two minutos and thinks that she is so much better than I am. She's a popular girl at her private school while I'm like a freaky loner no one likes.
Even our parents compare us! "Jaylene what's this B+ on French? Jazmine got an A. Where's your A?" "Oh Jaylene please don't slouch. Your posture won't be good when tu grow up. Sit más like Jazmine." Jazmine this, Jazmine that.
The only person that doesn't judge me, besides Fawn, is Tristan Bennett/Gibson, my half, older brother. "Mom why does Jaylene have to be like Jazmine? Don't tu want the twins to have there own idenities? Jaylene is herself and no one else." I amor my big brother.
"Gotcha!" screamed adular, fawn as she grabbed her umbrella back. por now she was covered in rain water from head to toe. "I hate you." She walked towards the school.
"Aww... I amor tu too." I dicho as I followed her. Suddenly she sped up. I have no idea why. I practically had to run to catch up to her.
I huffed alongside Fawn. "What's wrong?" I asked trying to stop her but failing. "Karalynn." She dicho before jogging into the building.
Karalynn Rivers. She was the most stuck up, meanest, rudest, most popular girl in our school. She makes everyone feel bad and she even spilled naranja pop all over Fawn's new white jacket. Nice rudeness...
"What do we have first period?" I asked. We were in the same class, which was such a relief. No one wanted to be friends with stupid gothie o sunshine princess. Plus when your in grade seven tu stay with your same class all day... that's why I'm lucky to have Fawn.
"Phys-ed." Yes best and easiest class first. I am not like one of those goths that are all emo and hate running but instead like to cut myself... sterotype. I am actually a very energetic girl that has a B average and loves black. That's all.
"Well lookie here... isn't it loser and... loser-er." dicho that obnoxious jock guy Trone.
"Move." I dicho trying to push pass him.
"Move for loser-er... no." Well I guess I know which one I am.
"Nicholas these are the losers I was telling tu about... the ones to aviod."
He moved over revealing a very cute boy. He wasn't goth-like like me. He was más of a bright, sunny type of boy... perfect for Fawn.
Trone laughed. All his jerky jock friends laughed. Nicholas laughed awkwardly. Maybe he didn't want to be there? I don't know.
"Now mover it." He dicho pushing me away. Rude much? I think that Karalynn and Trone would make a great couple.
"Okay... then." dicho Fawn. We were used to this kind of stuff.
"Fawn wasn't Nicholas cute?" I asked. We sometimes do this. Even though no one will ever like us we still talk about them.
"Eh. Not really. Do tu like him?" she asked.
"Well he's cute-ish. más of your type though." I said.
"Just because he's not emo/goth doesn't make him your type? Try talking to him." adular, fawn said. "I'm not emo o goth."
"Whatever tu say gothie. And I will force tu to talk to that boy no matter what."
"Okay... let's get to gym." We headed over to our lockers and then to the gym. I just hoped Nicholas wasn't in my class.
Chapter 3: Moments of peace
Jack was handsome man.
His blue eyes were so strident, deep
as a sea.
He was a professor of mathematics.
He loved numbers and logics of knowledge,
but he wasn't patient with children, though.
Ignorance and inattention could break that small dose of humor he had.
What he wanted from children is to pay attention.
Sometimes he would come inicial all grouchy.
Dana would leave him be 'till he cheers up.
She was very compassionate.
Peace was very important to her, that peace
inside and she wanted to keep it.
Feeding her baby, watching her while she's sleeping were the most precious moments.
Dana was wonderful mother, very sensitive and caring.
Jack enjoyed in every moment spent with his wife and Gwenny.
Jack was handsome man.
His blue eyes were so strident, deep
as a sea.
He was a professor of mathematics.
He loved numbers and logics of knowledge,
but he wasn't patient with children, though.
Ignorance and inattention could break that small dose of humor he had.
What he wanted from children is to pay attention.
Sometimes he would come inicial all grouchy.
Dana would leave him be 'till he cheers up.
She was very compassionate.
Peace was very important to her, that peace
inside and she wanted to keep it.
Feeding her baby, watching her while she's sleeping were the most precious moments.
Dana was wonderful mother, very sensitive and caring.
Jack enjoyed in every moment spent with his wife and Gwenny.