BOYS!!!

Chapter one, The essay contest

HI :) my name is Caryn

This is a crazy story about my friend Emily and our crazy adventure of crazy boys, stupid teachers, breaking some rules, and being well GIRLS. Now this crazy adventure has to start somewhere and in this case it starts out with Hurricane high school, the school of Emily and I, it was a pretty normal day of complaining about homework and being grounded the usual typical day of being a high school girl. We were walking in the crowded halls of our school going to lunch and then we saw a flyer for an essay contest. "Caryn we have to enter a million essay's to enter in this contest it says that we can go to new york at some really fancy school" my crazy of a best friend Emily stated as she adjusted her glasses to make sure that she was reading the flyer correctly. Little did we know that this school would change our lives for ever, I mean like literally.

We quickly ripped the flyer off of the bulletin board that was just asking for something to be taken off considering that we had to take it off any way because, we could only see the corner of it at first. Then next thing we new we were in the computer lab busting out essay's to chose from to put in the contest. The next morning I went to Emily's house a little early to see what she had written so that we could turn our essay's in ridiculously early like Emily had told me that we had to do .

As I did our secret knock on the door dut dut dut dut dut dut ," It is always open," as Emily always did quote Fuller House. And as I walked through the door and set my backpack on my hook that hung on the walk right as you walk through the front door. I need my own hook because I hang out at there house so much that I practically live there. I saw Emily on the ground cross legged in the middle of her living room on the extremely soft carpet that they put in last week because her older brother set it on fire because he wanted a fireplace, with the coffee table pushed over so that it was almost part of there long brown leather electric pulled out couch, so that she had more than enough room for her to be covered in pages of essays that she had written. "H-how many e-ss-say's dd-did y-you write?" I asked in shock because, I was worried that she would be angry if she didn't get her 10 hours of sleep that she just had to have because that was the only way that I could stop her from going to school at 3 in the morning so that she could turn in her homework that was already 2-3 weeks early. "24," she said barely able to get the words out of her mouth as her hand danced off the pages like a chainsaw trying to cut down a big tree." How many did you write?" she asked still concentrating on her hand. " 4," I said hoping that she was kidding that she wrote 24 essay's in one night."Oh, 25!!!!!!!!," she squealed," I am ready for school." she screamed as she stapled each essay to all of it's pages. "Um, Emily?" "Yeah!" " School doesn't start for another hour ." I said hoping that I did not bust her bubble. " OH, THAT GIVES ME MORE TIME TO WRITE ANOTHER ESSAY!!!!!!!!" I sighed and rolled my eyes.

About an hour later her older brother Luke came in the living room to find Emily on the floor still writing essays and me, playing pineapple pen on my peach iphone 5c it is so addicting. "You guys ready for school," he asked while wiping his disgusting, long ,blonde, shaggy hair out of his face so that he would not ruin his eyeliner. " I have to meet up with the guys for band rehearsal." Luke was saying as he put on his tacky black leather heeled boots. I swear if Emily had not told me that she had an older brother I would think that she had an older sister that would make more sense because of his goth stage but still having blonde hair which if you go goth you go full goth. "Caryn what are you staring at?" He asked as he was trying to pop a zit,and as I was trying to keep my breakfast inside my stomach, " Nothing," I said almost blowing chunks on there brand new carpet.

As I dragged Emily to her brother's van that was more disgusting than the bottom of a middle school dumpster after sloppy joe day. Emily bit me because I stole her pencil as we climbed into the van and she pushed me down in the seat so that she could take her pencil back but i wish I could have just not sit down on a taco and a burrito. "Emily!!!!!!," I said standing up and hitting my head on the top of the car. "My pants are covered in taco and burrito, luckily I have another set of cloths you can never tell when you may need extra clothes because of Luke's car.