Post by kammykinzoxoxo on Jul 22, 2009 21:59:20 GMT -5
Goodbye means Hello </3
A ff by Kam
Intro;
There are something’s in life you just can’t control. Like the air you breathe, the wind on a hot summer day, the icy cold rain in winter, the songs and melody’s birds’ chirp, or even when a baby makes its first step, all of those things out of your control. Normally it can be handled unless you’re a complete control freak that has to have everything go your own way. I used to be that way until I met someone that completely changed my whole perspective on life. We were only thirteen when we met and absolutely just friends. More like the best of friends. Who knew one day we would ever be more than that? Obviously not me and definitely not him, could it have been the time we spent together? The way he laughed at my stupid idiotic jokes? Or possibly the way he looked into my eyes when I was upset and told me things would be okay. So let me introduce myself, my name is Alyson Jennings, Allie for short. This is my story about how I fell madly in love with a Jonas Brother.
“Mom!” I yelped getting ready for school on Monday. I have always and will forever hate Mondays. They are the only day of the week I feel like completely pulling my hair out of my head. It could be the rush, the pressure or both. I ran downstairs in my ripped jeans and heartbreaker tee-shirt, my hair in a nice neat pony tail and a piece of toast hanging out of my mouth. “Here you go honey, have a good day at school” my mom said with a smile as she handed me my lunch and kissed the top of my forehead. She always knew how to smile even in the roughest times. I shoved my lunch in my book bag which was covered in random buttons for shirts, then ran outside to wait for the school bus. It’s my first year of high school. Its half way into the semester and I’m already freaking out. I was happy to see my best friend Julie was waiting for me by our usual spot. Without her I have no idea how I’d survive. We’ve known each other since third grade. We traded sandwiches and pudding during lunch. What a great way to start a friendship. “Hey Allie!” She called after me when I finally made it to the bench. I was grasping for air by that time. “H-Hi Julie” I gasped. She smiled at me I’m sure she knew it was my anti-Monday affect coming out. I sat on the bench weakly sitting my bag next to me with my hands down to my feet. I’m not a very good runner, plus I’m out of shape. Sue me. “So did you hear about that band coming to our school next Tuesday?” She asked casually ignoring the fact I’m completely out of breath. “U-uh yeah I saw some posters around gym why?” I said as the bus arrived. Our bus driver was always at least five minutes late, never bothered me. We both climbed onto the regularly painted yellow and black school bus and headed toward the back. “Just curious, they’re supposed to perform and go to our school for the rest of the semester.” I sort of laughed at this. What band in its right mind would go to Riversville High school for half a semester?
A ff by Kam
Intro;
There are something’s in life you just can’t control. Like the air you breathe, the wind on a hot summer day, the icy cold rain in winter, the songs and melody’s birds’ chirp, or even when a baby makes its first step, all of those things out of your control. Normally it can be handled unless you’re a complete control freak that has to have everything go your own way. I used to be that way until I met someone that completely changed my whole perspective on life. We were only thirteen when we met and absolutely just friends. More like the best of friends. Who knew one day we would ever be more than that? Obviously not me and definitely not him, could it have been the time we spent together? The way he laughed at my stupid idiotic jokes? Or possibly the way he looked into my eyes when I was upset and told me things would be okay. So let me introduce myself, my name is Alyson Jennings, Allie for short. This is my story about how I fell madly in love with a Jonas Brother.
“Mom!” I yelped getting ready for school on Monday. I have always and will forever hate Mondays. They are the only day of the week I feel like completely pulling my hair out of my head. It could be the rush, the pressure or both. I ran downstairs in my ripped jeans and heartbreaker tee-shirt, my hair in a nice neat pony tail and a piece of toast hanging out of my mouth. “Here you go honey, have a good day at school” my mom said with a smile as she handed me my lunch and kissed the top of my forehead. She always knew how to smile even in the roughest times. I shoved my lunch in my book bag which was covered in random buttons for shirts, then ran outside to wait for the school bus. It’s my first year of high school. Its half way into the semester and I’m already freaking out. I was happy to see my best friend Julie was waiting for me by our usual spot. Without her I have no idea how I’d survive. We’ve known each other since third grade. We traded sandwiches and pudding during lunch. What a great way to start a friendship. “Hey Allie!” She called after me when I finally made it to the bench. I was grasping for air by that time. “H-Hi Julie” I gasped. She smiled at me I’m sure she knew it was my anti-Monday affect coming out. I sat on the bench weakly sitting my bag next to me with my hands down to my feet. I’m not a very good runner, plus I’m out of shape. Sue me. “So did you hear about that band coming to our school next Tuesday?” She asked casually ignoring the fact I’m completely out of breath. “U-uh yeah I saw some posters around gym why?” I said as the bus arrived. Our bus driver was always at least five minutes late, never bothered me. We both climbed onto the regularly painted yellow and black school bus and headed toward the back. “Just curious, they’re supposed to perform and go to our school for the rest of the semester.” I sort of laughed at this. What band in its right mind would go to Riversville High school for half a semester?