| this site is a no go, i can`t reach my goals and it`s not my style, i`m gonna post what i wrote so far, here it is
"As I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling i couldn`t help but wonder what adventures awaited me on the senior year summer class trip. It was a known tradition that every year the school would pay to fund 3 months of summer fun at the jersey shore, that included everything, food, hotel room even gas for our cars. Our school spoils us. My suitcase lay beside me, stuffed to the brim with my new summer wardrobe, i always loved having rich parents, my mom took me to the mall, handed me her unlimited credit card and said, "here, have a little fun." and winked. I basically screamed and ran straight for juicy couture, after that I hit all my favorite places, Hollister, American Eagle, you know the deal. There i bought 5 new bikini sets, 4 new pairs of flip flops 3 new pairs of jeans, new sunglasses, 2 new coach purses, 23, yes, 23 new teeshirts and 4 new pairs of shirts. I guess I could have bought more bought sometimes I don`t like taking advantage of my mom. My phone vibrated as it lay on my stomach and I sat up quickly, "One Unread Text Message" read my pink Sidekick. I quickly flipped open the phone, "Can`t wait for the trip and sharing a hotel room with you" it said. My eyes shot up to the name of the person who wrote it... oh dear, it was Max. Max has had a crush on me for 3 years. He is the most popular and the cutest boy around, but he`s a total douche. Lot`s of girls are all over him, much are way prettier then me anyways, why me? I sighed and picked up the fanta that ley on my bedside table, I chugged it, Hopped up and walked into the living room. "Hey," I greeted my mother casually. Walking past her to the kitchen I stoooped down and pet my dog, Biscut. I adopted him from the shelter after there was a pretty big fire at this womans house, all the animals survived. Biscut is the color of a Biscut and he's about 15lbs, and soooo cute. I pet him for a while and stood up. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM?" I called. "Yea Honeyyy?" She replied. "Have you seen my smoothie i made formyself yesterday?" "MHmmm yea i put in the freezer." "Thanks." I remarked as i threw open the freezer door. The coolness was refreshing after the heat weave we`ve been suffreing from here. My sidekick vibrated gently in my Hollister Navy shorts and I could hear my ring tones "a diva is a female version of a hustler." I laughed, that`s the ringtone for Bree Anne`s texts. I laughed and skipped over to the couch. I flipped open my phone. Here was the conversation that followed
❖❖❖ Bree Anne: Hey girl, Joseph is over at my house, I just went to get a stick of gum out of his pocket and i found a pack of condoms, i locked myself in the bathroom so i could get some advice from you. Me: OMG. that douche. Bree Anne: Oh come on don`t say that" it sucks i`m writing "fail stamp academy, book one; anonymous" a series of diary entries by a girl that runs away to fail stamp academy when her best friend and dad passes away . i`m still working on the plot. |