<-My Life->

~Chapter One~

<-My Life->

Hey guys! This is my first book that i've posted on here, so comment and enjoy! :) (some of the stuff in this book actually happened haha) And uhmm, sorry if it's kind of boring at the beginning. i've been in writer's block lately. Haha I promise it gets better though!

~Chapter One~

My life is, well, a life. It's pretty hilarious and sometimes has a lot going on, even if I'm bored the majority of the time. The only thing that makes my life uniquely interesting though, is my crazy group of friends. They bring out the best in me, and there is never a dull moment when I'm around them. Either it's a seventeen year old guy named Drew singing Justin Beiber to annoy me, me dancing the thriller with everyone, or us all acting totally insane after drinking a Monster.

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The school bell rang, and I hopped out of my seat in band, grabbed my trumpet, and hurried through the school hallways. Out the door I went, hopped in my mom's car, and went on my way to a death sentence. The dentist.

It put me in a bad mood that I had to go get a filling, but oh well. We walked into the building, and I was called almost immediately after we entered the room. Great; no time for me to summon up some sort of courage before walking into the room. I rolled my eyes, wanting to be anywhere but here; the next place to hell.

I went in, refused the novacaine (last time I swear I ripped apart my mouth, egh), so I got the laughing/dizzy gas stuff. I honestly don't know what the heck it is. It didn't work at all, so I sat through it digging my nails into my hand, since I couldn't make noises or the dentist would yell at me. Like wow, hasn't he ever had to sit through this? Of course not, he's a dentist with perfect teeth I guess.

The drill going up my tooth was oh-so painful, but digging into my skin helped since I was pressing so hard it helped me single in on that pain, and not the excruciating pain in my mouth. Then it was FINALLY over with! Yes!

Mom and I got in the car, and went to the mall to pay some bills. We just got done with paying my brother Michael's bills at Verizon. So, then we walked through the food court to get to the other end of the mall. I couldn't believe my eyes with what I was seeing.

I saw a kid sitting with his head in his arms, leaning on a table, and looked like he was sleeping. I took one look and recognized the shoes, the pants, the jacket, the hat, and the hair. I wore those shoes not too long ago. I pointed and said, "That's Kyle!!!" I was shocked out of my mind that he wasn't even with anyone.

Well, I guess I couldn't have been too shocked, seems how I kept going, "Kyleee! Kyleee! Kylekylekyle!" He never moved, so using the mall's wifi, I was about to call him with my iTouch. Then he finally picked up his head and looked at me.

I laughed loudly as he said, "Hey! Sorry...I was listening to Mexican music." I laughed my butt off so hard, because he's white, but is part mexican and part black I guess, or something like that. Nicaraguan actually, I think. Kyle is my sixteen year old friend that's homeschooled. I'm friends with many of them, but I've never been homeschooled.

My cousins are though, so I met their friends a while ago and became 'besties' with them all. It was weird for me to see Kyle there, because he lived like thirty to fourty minutes away from this mall. So, I hung out with him while my mom finished with the bills.

When my mom came back and told me we had to go, I groaned and said, "Can't we stay a little longer? Pleaseeee?" But, naturally I had to go to physical therapy for my shoulders that I was clumsy enough to sprain like five times. So, the answer was no.

Kyle gave my mom a hug while saying, "Well, I guess I'll see you two ladies later." I laughed and replied, "Oh, so we're ladies now?" I smirked as he stuttered for a moment, "Haha okay, fine. You two womans. That's Asher's word" (Asher is his four year old brother). He laughed some more and gave me a hug goodbye before we left.

We arrived to physical therapy, where my life got somewhat more interesting. I made a friend named Lucas, and he's probably like fifty-something. I still laugh at the thought, because he's Puerto Rican and was quizzing me on my Spanish that I'm currently learning. Talking with him made me realize that I don't really know anything.

One thing I do know how to say though, is, "Alto! Parese! Suelte la pistola! Menos arriba! Esta arrestado!" I laughed hard as I recited it out loud one more time, just for fun. It means "Stop! Drop the gun! Put your hands up! You are under arrest!" I smiled, remembering how when everyone in Spanish class was cracking up the other day, even though they didn't know what I meant.

I'm just sitting home, minding my own buisness, being totally exhausted, and found myself falling asleep out on the couch. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. It is Spring Break after all. I smiled at the thought of vacation. I could taste the freedom from school already, and it was only Saturday so far!