Sleeping Sickness

This is the story of the bully:
Some guy pushed me into the boys locker room. He had a criminal hat over his face with 2 holes in it.
????: Faggot! Give me your fuckin' drawing!
Me: No, wewe bitch! Leave me alone! *pulling on my note book.*
????: Are wewe a wimp! Give me the fucking drawing wewe bitch!!!!
Me: No get away Derian!!! *pulling my notebook away from him.*
Derian: Damn it! How did wewe know it was me?!?!?
Me: Dude, EVERYBODY knows what your voice sounds like because wewe yell shit at people! Could wewe just leave pervert!
Derian: *grabbes my drawing before I could get it.* Ah,ha! Woah...
Me: Give...

~A POEM kwa ME POEM GIRL~

What Makes Us Human.

What makes us human?
Is it that are minds work?
Her hands move?
Are bodies feel?
Or is it that we all have emotions?
What makes us human?
Is it that we all have hair?
Or eyes?
Or lips?
Or ears?
What makes us human?
Is it the Bones in are body that make us move?
Or how we all think?
What makes us human?

~Thanks~

I want to thank....

snootygirl50701- (Maria Masion

wewe were my first REAL friend on here that I got in touch with. You've helped me through hard times and I've help you. I now your secrets and I'm glade that I was the first person wewe told about what could...

My Dreams, My Hopes and Wishes...My Story.
My Story...

    My Name is Mallory E. McDonald. I was born in Maine and I’m 13 years old. I’m a dancer at T’n t Dance Studio and I’ve been dancing for 11 years now. I was born with an eye condition, in other words I can only see out of one eye at a time. So when I was in third grade my eye doctor finally saw that I had a problem but it was to late. So in third grade I had to learn how to read and write all over again. I was called names because I had to have help and extra class’s because I still needed to learn how to...

I'm just a girl

I never win

But I try to fit in

I'm just a girl

I keep back my tears

And hide my fears

I'm just a girl

I always fake smiles

But sometimes I laugh for miles

I'm just a girl

I stand up tall,

Even when I fall

I'm just a girl

I cover the truth

'Cause I'm still in my youth

I'm just a girl

I still get afraid

But i know the stars are there behind the shade

I'm just a girl

I tend to forget

But people live their lives with no regrets

I'm just a girl

I know I will Fly,high and free

Just wait and see

I'm just a girl

I'll take the pain I got in my moyo and head

And put it in a song instead

I'm just a girl

I won't...

Izzy stared at the blank ceiling of the alfea attic. Her moyo longed for the faded purple walls of Cloudtower net the girl's face to pop out om the closest, her voice still echoed in Izzy's mind 'real witch... real witch... real witch..." Izzy pulled out her laptop from under the kitanda and the note the girl had aliyopewa her. As she typed in the barua pepe a dress A little light blinked as it showed to girl was online. The ikoni alisema 'dana' that must be the gril's name. Dana and Izzy immediately started talking dana started out with a surprising swali
"When will wewe plan to start?"
"Now"
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