Okay, so I'm 12, I love writing and I've wrote a few good story's but I want you to read this.
And just so you know, I only wrote this just then in like 20 minutes so it's probably bad, but idc
It's suppose to be about a thirteen year old girl whose dad left her and her mum two years ago, and ever since then her lifes been going down hill.
Then she meets a boy, a troubled boy who makes her heart beat fast.
"Zara Cooper!" I snapped to attention as my teacher yelled my name.*
"Yes miss?" I said innocently, trying to look like I had been listening.*
"What's your answer?"
"My answer for what miss?"
"The question I just asked you.. Have you even been listening?"
I tried to remember what we we were just talking about. "Um.."
*I looked around the classroom for answers, pretty much everyone had the same blank, bored look on their face.*
The teacher was still staring at me with her eagle eyes.*
"Is it 55 miss?" I asked, taking a wild guess.*
"Zara, you do know we are in history, not maths?"
The class snickered.*
"Uh, yeah, I meant 1955?" I said, not very convincingly.*
"Zara, you do realize making stupid jokes like these will land you in the principles office?"*
I rolled my eyes. "Take a joke miss, jeez"
"Zara Cooper, go to the principles office now!"
I smiled, "Yeah 'kay miss" I grabbed my bag and iPod, putting my earphones in, I yelled "see ya" and walked out the classroom. I wasn't really going to go to the principles office, I would just wag until the next period, it would be better than getting yelled at by the principle. I jumped a gate, and walked out of school, it was easy to wag at my school, you could just walk out and the teachers wouldn't know.*
I walked around the corner, just far enough away from the school so I wouldn't get caught, and close enough to the school so I could hear the bell to make it to next period.*
I sat in the grass and leaned on a tree. I was getting pretty tired, I'm gonna take a quick nap, I though to myself.*
And just so you know, I only wrote this just then in like 20 minutes so it's probably bad, but idc
It's suppose to be about a thirteen year old girl whose dad left her and her mum two years ago, and ever since then her lifes been going down hill.
Then she meets a boy, a troubled boy who makes her heart beat fast.
"Zara Cooper!" I snapped to attention as my teacher yelled my name.*
"Yes miss?" I said innocently, trying to look like I had been listening.*
"What's your answer?"
"My answer for what miss?"
"The question I just asked you.. Have you even been listening?"
I tried to remember what we we were just talking about. "Um.."
*I looked around the classroom for answers, pretty much everyone had the same blank, bored look on their face.*
The teacher was still staring at me with her eagle eyes.*
"Is it 55 miss?" I asked, taking a wild guess.*
"Zara, you do know we are in history, not maths?"
The class snickered.*
"Uh, yeah, I meant 1955?" I said, not very convincingly.*
"Zara, you do realize making stupid jokes like these will land you in the principles office?"*
I rolled my eyes. "Take a joke miss, jeez"
"Zara Cooper, go to the principles office now!"
I smiled, "Yeah 'kay miss" I grabbed my bag and iPod, putting my earphones in, I yelled "see ya" and walked out the classroom. I wasn't really going to go to the principles office, I would just wag until the next period, it would be better than getting yelled at by the principle. I jumped a gate, and walked out of school, it was easy to wag at my school, you could just walk out and the teachers wouldn't know.*
I walked around the corner, just far enough away from the school so I wouldn't get caught, and close enough to the school so I could hear the bell to make it to next period.*
I sat in the grass and leaned on a tree. I was getting pretty tired, I'm gonna take a quick nap, I though to myself.*