With love comes hope
I decided to put up this story/journal that I worked hard on, keep in mind that the characters are real characters, no names where changed. If you like this, I will be glad to continue updating my life story/journal. (: Enjoy! Oh, please note that this isn't in story form, it will talk about parts of my life. it's sorta like random journal entries, like I been saying up above. (:
Dear Journal,
The tardy bell was buzzing in our ears, kind of like the buzzer at a hockey game, or the crackle that the speakers make when the wrong knob is mistakenly turned. I sat there at the table D art table, feet spread out on top the seat in front of me, waiting for my friend to arrive. She is late, I thought, where is that crazy chick? Deanna is my buddy, my pal, my little soul sister whom I love to death! As I was thinking to myself, two very well-known voices entered the cold art room. Brice was one of them, with his brown curly top hair, hazel greenish eyes, tall but mostly skinny muscular figure, and deep cant-miss voice; overall he was my best friend, my Dr. Phil, my Jewazi. Jordan came as followed. -K
Dear Journal,
Jordan on the other hand was half my size with his blond hair above his blue eyes, with his tight workout muscle Ts, and halfhearted smiles that sometimes have to power to melt your heart and make you just want to feel sorry for him. -K
Dear Journal,
Malena is my partner in crime, we have so much in common, and I love her so dearly! If she where to die young, Id die too on the inside! Deanna is my black sister, I love love love her! -K
Dear Journal,
Deanna is such an easy person to love; her humor is what creates her and what makes her as likable as a best friend you would only find in dreams. She is so funny, and it comes so natural to her! That is why she is my sister from another mother! -K
Dear Journal,
The Jew scissors was the one object that was not taken out from art class, even though it should be for its dangerous sharp edge. Mrs. Smith, the art teacher, failed to realize just how dangerous these scissors really where. It got its Jew name from Brice, and his loyal friend, Short stuff. Obviously obsessed with the killing of the Jews, they both looked up to Hitler with such respect that it even got the teacher worrying about the two boys. And trust me, getting the teacher worried was not an easy task to fulfill, not at all. -K
The tardy bell was buzzing in our ears, kind of like the buzzer at a hockey game, or the crackle that the speakers make when the wrong knob is mistakenly turned. I sat there at the table D art table, feet spread out on top the seat in front of me, waiting for my friend to arrive. She is late, I thought, where is that crazy chick? Deanna is my buddy, my pal, my little soul sister whom I love to death! As I was thinking to myself, two very well-known voices entered the cold art room. Brice was one of them, with his brown curly top hair, hazel greenish eyes, tall but mostly skinny muscular figure, and deep cant-miss voice; overall he was my best friend, my Dr. Phil, my Jewazi. Jordan came as followed. -K
Dear Journal,
Jordan on the other hand was half my size with his blond hair above his blue eyes, with his tight workout muscle Ts, and halfhearted smiles that sometimes have to power to melt your heart and make you just want to feel sorry for him. -K
Dear Journal,
Malena is my partner in crime, we have so much in common, and I love her so dearly! If she where to die young, Id die too on the inside! Deanna is my black sister, I love love love her! -K
Dear Journal,
Deanna is such an easy person to love; her humor is what creates her and what makes her as likable as a best friend you would only find in dreams. She is so funny, and it comes so natural to her! That is why she is my sister from another mother! -K
Dear Journal,
The Jew scissors was the one object that was not taken out from art class, even though it should be for its dangerous sharp edge. Mrs. Smith, the art teacher, failed to realize just how dangerous these scissors really where. It got its Jew name from Brice, and his loyal friend, Short stuff. Obviously obsessed with the killing of the Jews, they both looked up to Hitler with such respect that it even got the teacher worrying about the two boys. And trust me, getting the teacher worried was not an easy task to fulfill, not at all. -K
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