Originally I was going to start this story as, it was the best of times it was the worst of times. But what does that even mean? Obviously, in some part of the world it's the best of times. Say this woman that looks like one of the characters of Josy and the Pussycats shows up at a guys door with a ton of Veitmanese food. The woman comes in and outstandingly starts playing the piano while that guy is just going to town on that food.
Meanwhile, one guy is hanging off the edge of a cliff screaming for helping and he's in the middle of nowhere.
Instead I'm going to start this as, this is the story of my senior year of high school. I'm just going to make myself clear and describe myself right now this very moment. I'm 16 I skipped a year of school because my teacher thought I was to smart for my classes. My best friends name is James Reem. My name is Analeigh Carolee Martin. I live in London, England. I have an American accent and I have blue, green, grey eyes. Plus I have blonde hair.
Me and James make these retarded movies you might see on the Internet for example A Sockwork Orange.You probably won't find it. Anyway, you know how you thought this was going to be a rainbow sunshine story you though this was going to be your wrong, sorry. How me and the guy met is coming up PATIENCE.
I was walking back from the store and accidentally dropped my groceries by a guy- spoiler alert my whatever you want to call it when you read this. "Sorry! I didn't see where I was going..."
"It's ok, hey aren't you in my math class?"
"Yeah, yeah I think I am. Oh right sorry my name's Analeigh."
"Oh that's a beautiful name. Mine's Houlden."
"Anyway, I think I should be going..."
"No! No, wait. I've been meaning to talk to you." I stood there in silence looking at his gorgeous face.
"Huh! Oh, what?" He laughed and told me to sit next to him on the bench. He picked up my groceries fro me. Of course I thanked him. After we were done he asked for my number I gave it to him.
