Oook....Umm..this was a one shot I made when I WAS in 5th grade, sue me, I suuuckk..Really, really suck...(But my writing now aren't as bad I guess...)
~~ My life. I hated my life. I really did. Nearly everyone hated me, this my story, before I leave this world forever.
It was 7:45. Great. Just great. I had hoped to be at school at 7:50. The reason was, that I was always picked on or teased by other students. We had about ten minutes to get to prepare for class. Now they had five minutes to torture me. I went to my locker to prepare my things from first to second period. I put away the stuff I didn't need. For now anyways.
Then they came. The three "musketeers". How I detested them so much! I don't know why they're called "musketeers" they don't help people (except teachers when asked to do so), they annoy people. Oh wow, I suppose they're going to tease me again about my "perfect" grades?
I was right.
Their "leader" came up to me and said, "Ooooooo......lookie....it's the Perfect Girl! Always getting perfect grades! Hahaha!!" my fists tightened. I wanted to punch them, but I would be in trouble if I did. And I didn't want to be. Then he and his two "lackeys" walked away, bugging someone else.
My parents died in a car accident several years ago. Neither one of my parent's side had any siblings or any other relatives. My grandparents were dead anyway. I was sent to an orphanage when I was one. After a year or two, I was adopted. She was very kind to me, the one that adopted me. She always bought me gifts when I got good grades or did great on something else. When I was nine years old, she became weak. The doctor said she had cancer, luckily she was strong, so she can survive for several more years. But I didn't want to lose anyone again. I really didn't.
After I unpacked and prepared for first period and second period, I went to look for my two best friends. They were one of the few who really, really, understood me. I had some other friends too, but they didn't understand me that well, or just pretended to be. One of my friends was a guy, the other a girl. The three musketeers teased my other friend or me about my guy friend, but I didn't care, or I offended them.
Diiing!
It was time for class. I scurried to the room as quickly as I could. it was English class first, we had to write an essay about our life. I didn't want to expose my real life (except for my friends) to the class, so I wrote lies about my family. Although I did write that my parents had died.
A few hours later was lunch. Lunch...I hated lunch and lunch break. Why? Normally students liked lunch and lunch break. Normally I would be talked about by other girls. Why? Because I was pretty. very pretty, NEARLY all the guys liked me, the girls didn't like that. Or that they were envious of my skills in drawing, writing, etc.
I sat down with my two friends. We ate what the cafeteria served. Sandwiches. I didn't like sandwiches very much, unless it was tuna or ham.
Wow. The girls actually didn't talk about me for once. Well, actually, somewere...Still. But it didn't really offend me because they didn't say anything bad to me.
At lunch break, I decided to play basketball, but my other guy friend was more into soccer, so olny my other friend and I were left playing basketball. Diing! The bell ringed again. I was on my way to class. My friend said bye to me because she was in a different class. I was on my way to Art class until...
It was the Dean of Students. I snorted a bit. She was wearing that funny dress again. I wouldn't know how to describe it well, so I won't.
She sent me to her office. What, did she finally know I was the one who put gum in one of the three musketeer's hair? She spoke for fifteen minutes. I cried. Tears fell from my eyes madly. I wiped my eyes, beofre the dean gave me tissues. My foster parent had died, just a few hours ago at work.
"No...NO!" I screamed! "It can't- she can't-" I ran outside, I know it was disrespectful, but at a time like this...
I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to be an orphan again. I ran away from school, the dean thought I had gone back to the classroom. I ran back to my house. I took a knife with me.
After I did that, I rode on my bike and went to my secret place. Well, it wasn't really that secret, because my friends knew the place. I sat down on the grass.
I wanted to die now. But. Should I really do it? I held the knife close to me. I was ready to kill myself. My hands were shaking. I would rather be in heaver, purgatory, or even hell, instead of this world. I looked at my watch. It was three-thirty. School has ended thirty minutes ago. I heard a bike..or should I say, two bikes coming. It was my friends. They were staring at the knife.
"NO!" Yelled my guy friend. He and my other friend ran to where I was, I held the knife tighter. I was ready. I was ready to stab myself.
The End.
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Pwahahaha. Cliffhanger..Who knows if she killed herslef? Who knows..
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[I created the image, but kero edited it, thanks kerosene! ]
Damn you! Just like the teachers at my school-- ending something good right when it gets suspenseful. That's a pretty good story, even though you wrote it when you were in 5th grade. I'd like to see more of your writing.
That's the kind of juvenile comments I don't expect to see around here anymore...If I was the mod....grrr....anyway....
Daisuki. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Gimitro Zemitra, resident fan fiction guru. I'll review your fic and send you a PM when it's been updated on the 'Zemitra Report' (see sticky on Republic harbour).
Looks good for 5th grade.
EDIT: The report for this story is up on the 'Zemitra Report'. Check it out now!.
Last edited by GimitroZemitra : 05.20.04 at 03:10:46.
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