“If I had come to this place sooner…” I groaned to my friend Emily as I rubbed my feet.
“Why would it have mattered?” She questioned.
“Well, for one thing,” I started, “People wouldn’t step on me by the lockers.”
Emily laughed, “Everyone gets stepped on over by the lockers!”
“Not Ian.”
“He’s like, 7 feet tall.” I said.
“That is an exaggeration. He’s only 6 foot 2.” Emily said rolling her eyes.
“What ever! But hopefully I get taller and the people that step upon my poor feet will get nicer.”
About the author
confusified
Somewhere in my mind
Um, well. dont’ know what to put here. Basics… I’m a christian who love the lord and is trying to live in his ways. dont know how well i’m doing. (basic statement) after reading all my friend’s really long profiles (to match their 100’s of stories) I feel like I need to do something like that…. But I have nothing to put.
Ummm…. Starting high school this year and I’m going to miss my friends from my old school. Its my… eighth school? I made friends fast here.
I dont see my self as a good writer. Just a wanna be I suppose.
So I dont have any cool quotes like George, or fancy sayings like Camille and Keegan. Tell me what else I should put in here. Sorry I don’t write often. Or well.
Published on April 29, 2008.
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