Firststoryonhere cerita

a story of a life of an average 8th grader, who feels sad more than happy on a daily bases.

The smell of roses hit my nose like a a soft breeze from the outside air... Where was it coming from? Who smelled like roses? Was it a new customer? Or did a perfume bottle break? Well whatever it is... I need to find it... It smells so fresh... Like fresh strawberries from the market.. And it intrigues me... I need more of that wonderful smell.

as two friends go on a spring break trip,their trip quickly turns into a nightmare. they say "we are what we eat"