Me: okay this is a short story i came up with. I know its a little bit drepressing but i was in a really bad mood. PLEASE TELL Me WHAT YOU THINK. Sorry i pu that in caps cause people will notice it better. Okay enjoy
I start as the rain begins to fall. Great i thought darkly. I didn't like the rain, i always thought it emphasised how bad this world really is. I waited impatiently for class to end. The class was playing soccer and the other kids seemed to love the rain while playing. I didn't join in, i wasn't apart of that group.
I sighed in relief when i heard the bell signal the end of class. While the teacher dismissed us i stared at a dark cloud that seemed to be rolling and twisting at the same time. I quietly slipped away just before he finished. I walked to my bag the light drizzle only slightly wetting me.
I walked along my years bag area, and found my bag. I slung it over my aching shoulder and kept going. The rest of the year was just beginning to reach they're bags as well and a couple even laughed at me, pointing at my shabby clothes or making fun of the way i walked. I avoided everyones eyes, when my foot got caught on the lace.
I fell forward and i put my hands in front of me to stop myself from falling on my face. Everyone busrt into a loud round of racous laughter. I stared down at my hands and saw blood smered across my palm. Tears sprung into my eyes and i tried to tell myself it was just because of the pain in my hands. Though i knew it wasn't true. I got up quickly, and kept walking ignoring everyones comments. People tried to trip me again with their feet but i dodged them. I walked outside and saw that the rain had become alot heavier.
I considered about calling mother but quickly baished the idea from my head. No doubt she said i was being lazy and woudl hit me. I sighed and walked out and the rain fell down hard against my skin.
In a few seconds i was totally drenched. I regretted not having an umbrella but how was i supposed to know it would rain. I walked along the path and water sprayed up when my foot went in the puddles. The wind blew down the street and my long dark hair flew around my face. I shivered and rubbed my hands together. My breath came out in a swirling icy mist. I put my hands in my pocket ignoring the fact that doing so wuldn't make them warmer.
I turned the orner and glanced to see how vacant it was. I cursed my luck as i saw the construction workers from the new hotel leaning against the bar wall at the end. The men were disgusting, smelling like alcohol and ciggarets. hey liked to jeer at any woman who went past.
As i neared one of them noticed me and grinned, his yellow teeth showing. he called out to me and made a rude gesture. I shuddered and kept walking
I had alrady encountered the men and did not want to again. Every time they saw me they had called me disgusting names and treated me as if i was a prostitute. I avoided they're eyes and crossed the road.
"Hey girl," one yelled in an urgent tone. I froze and ignored it. Another called out to me. One started motioning me to get out of the way. I frowned and turned around. Coming around the corner that was a meter fom where i was standing, came a flash of headlights and a swueal of tyres.
A force twenty times stronger than me smashed into my body. I was thrown backwards, and i felt blood on my face and body. I felt myself fading away along with the pain. I heard someone yelling out to me and shaking me. I didn't wnat to wake up, life was too hard. I had no purpose in the world. I took my last breath and opened my eyes and stared out at something that can't be seen in this lifetime
I start as the rain begins to fall. Great i thought darkly. I didn't like the rain, i always thought it emphasised how bad this world really is. I waited impatiently for class to end. The class was playing soccer and the other kids seemed to love the rain while playing. I didn't join in, i wasn't apart of that group.
I sighed in relief when i heard the bell signal the end of class. While the teacher dismissed us i stared at a dark cloud that seemed to be rolling and twisting at the same time. I quietly slipped away just before he finished. I walked to my bag the light drizzle only slightly wetting me.
I walked along my years bag area, and found my bag. I slung it over my aching shoulder and kept going. The rest of the year was just beginning to reach they're bags as well and a couple even laughed at me, pointing at my shabby clothes or making fun of the way i walked. I avoided everyones eyes, when my foot got caught on the lace.
I fell forward and i put my hands in front of me to stop myself from falling on my face. Everyone busrt into a loud round of racous laughter. I stared down at my hands and saw blood smered across my palm. Tears sprung into my eyes and i tried to tell myself it was just because of the pain in my hands. Though i knew it wasn't true. I got up quickly, and kept walking ignoring everyones comments. People tried to trip me again with their feet but i dodged them. I walked outside and saw that the rain had become alot heavier.
I considered about calling mother but quickly baished the idea from my head. No doubt she said i was being lazy and woudl hit me. I sighed and walked out and the rain fell down hard against my skin.
In a few seconds i was totally drenched. I regretted not having an umbrella but how was i supposed to know it would rain. I walked along the path and water sprayed up when my foot went in the puddles. The wind blew down the street and my long dark hair flew around my face. I shivered and rubbed my hands together. My breath came out in a swirling icy mist. I put my hands in my pocket ignoring the fact that doing so wuldn't make them warmer.
I turned the orner and glanced to see how vacant it was. I cursed my luck as i saw the construction workers from the new hotel leaning against the bar wall at the end. The men were disgusting, smelling like alcohol and ciggarets. hey liked to jeer at any woman who went past.
As i neared one of them noticed me and grinned, his yellow teeth showing. he called out to me and made a rude gesture. I shuddered and kept walking
I had alrady encountered the men and did not want to again. Every time they saw me they had called me disgusting names and treated me as if i was a prostitute. I avoided they're eyes and crossed the road.
"Hey girl," one yelled in an urgent tone. I froze and ignored it. Another called out to me. One started motioning me to get out of the way. I frowned and turned around. Coming around the corner that was a meter fom where i was standing, came a flash of headlights and a swueal of tyres.
A force twenty times stronger than me smashed into my body. I was thrown backwards, and i felt blood on my face and body. I felt myself fading away along with the pain. I heard someone yelling out to me and shaking me. I didn't wnat to wake up, life was too hard. I had no purpose in the world. I took my last breath and opened my eyes and stared out at something that can't be seen in this lifetime
Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will you marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I said yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a list of what I already know
Marriage List:
date __
time __
place __
food __
dj __
cake testing __
bridal shower __
center pieces __
bouquets __
dress shopping __
shoe shopping __
makeup shopping __
Marriage List:
date __
time __
place __
food __
dj __
cake testing __
bridal shower __
center pieces __
bouquets __
dress shopping __
shoe shopping __
makeup shopping __
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 celebrities 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 show 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 by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.