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![]() Name: Kimmi Age: 16 School: Ohhhh! That's what it's called! Birthday: February 24th, 1990 Status: No one's wife -Maybe promises are better left unsaid- Archives May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 May 2007 My Lovers CC Hunter Kevin *cymbal noise* He's Very Pretty Too! The Friend I Finally Met El Diana Brian Freddie Behind the Camera ...Humming... Once there was a way to get back homeward,
If you want me,
Well I could hold you too tight,
I can still recall our last summer,
We took the chance, like we were dancing our last dance. Living is easy with eyes closed,
You were all I never wanted anyhow,
You may say that I'm a dreamer,
You're asking me will my love grow,
I've seen that road before,
When evening shadows and the stars appear,
Bright are the stars that shine,
You looked my way and said,
There were bells on a hill,
The sun is up,
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005 As my sister's little book of poetry floats through the hands of better critics than me, I started to look through my old stuff and see if any of it was any good. Actually, El asked me about my 'Survivor stories'. I paused on the phone for a second, and realized that I never EVER talked to him about these crazy stories I wrote in Elementary school. "What?" I questioned. As it turns out, my lovely 5th grade teacher was talking about/poking fun at my earlier works. After trying to convince El that I didn't know what he was talking about...I caved in...and you want to know something? I still have a bunch of old notebooks that are full of old stories. And just for fun, I'll re-write some of them in here-- word for word, just like you were reading in that 5 year old, wide ruled notebook. *** During school the next day our class wasn't enjoying our math assessment when suddenly the fire alarm went off. "I wasn't expecting this," Mr. Fauth said,"line up in a silent line and get out of the school." It just so happens the call wasn't fake. As we were attemtping to get out of the building, our class found out that we couldn't get out the way we were supposed to. Or the backup. Or the double back up. "We're dead!" Freddi, a classmate, said. "Not possible," Mike L. said. "Just not possible." "I wanted to live a longer life!" Sam wailed. "Mike, Ty, come with me!" I yelled. We threw ourselves against the gym door. During that time Mr. Fauth fainted. Finally, the gym doors opened. "Guys, stay here!" I yelled to the class. "Ty, Mike, we gotta find a way outta here!" We ran through the gym to the other side where the team teach classrooms were. That way was blocked out. "We gotta go straight!" I yelled. "I see an exit!" "I'll get the class!" Ty hollared. Seconds later our class came and we got out. I counted, but we were missing someone...Mr.Fauth. *** Catchy ain't it? I couldn't find any Survior Amazon ones to write, so I picked a semi-good story. I realized that the plum lady, Wiggle Puppy, and good ol' Mr. Fauth plagued my stories that year, and they're quite entertaining to read. *Giggles* I'm off to bed. ...I wanna Wiggle Puppy... |
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