Well here is chapter four. I'm just like winging this, so don't judge. Just comment and vote and I will keep writing!
Dear Buddyyee,
I just met the boy in my dream. His names Dakota McCain.... Abby McCain.... Yeah! Never! School was a pain. The first day of class, Phy Ed, was terrible. I was talking "smart", so me and Dakota had to run to fetch Mrs.Relp's lunch! That lady is crazy! Man, does she need to stop working out!!!! She is like a body builder! O yeah, Dakota moved to Arvada High. Weird, he acts like he owns the place. He wouldn't tell me why he had moved. He said it was a long story, and that he would tell it when we become "closer". Anyways, night for now diary. I will write in you tomorrow.
Sincerely, Wishing to be Abby McCain!
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"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" ITS ALREADY 7:30 AM! What's wrong with this world! Shit!! I have to take a shower yet! The bus is going to be here any minute! Who canged my alarm! The door opened, and there stood my mom. She looked tall from the doorway, and super skinny with the way the light seeped into my room.
"Take a shower, I'm going to drive you to school after we get half of a day to settle in. I've already called the school, no need to worry. Hustle, it's time to explore."
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"Hello, I'm hear again. Just checking in before I head to my class," Abby told the office ladies. It's time for drawing class, and then I can meet up with Dakota in Chemistry. Ms. Fleva is really nice. She is an amazing drawer too. I don't know why she became a teacher, when she could become the most famous artist alive, and I mean it. She can draw anything! She said she just relaxes, and creates a mental image in her head. It's like I do with Google Images. Not only was she nice, but I think she has a thing for my Chemistry teacher, John Truce. I couldn't agree more with her on the decision. He was realllll fine, and they would be cute together.
"BUZZZZZZZ!" Time for Chemistry the bell screamed in my ear. Walking to room 15, I saw a group of people standing by the wall. I did really acknowledge them, but they sure seemed to notice me. The tallest one, a guy dressed in a football jersey walked over to me. "Hey shorty, what's your name?"
"Abby," I said sternly.
"Well Abby, that floor down there is calling your name. I suggest you get down, and start licking it! NOW! Or you will be string cheese!
"No, why should I! You don't control me! Leave me alone!" I started walking the other way. Something grabbed my back, and my shirt pulled up to strangle me. It felt like the shirt grew hands that had no intention of letting go. I lost my breath, no knowing what was just happened I blacked out.
Soooo, what do you think? This chapter was really short. But I didn't want to keep writing. I'm exited for the next couple of chapter!!! Yaya! (Do you see my enthusiasm).
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Present Is Past (Not Edited)
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