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My Story

This is the first part of my story:

My Never Normal Life

Prologue

    “What were you thinking Sammy?!” I screamed, “You know not to-”

    “Shut it Maya!” my best friend Samantha whispered, “Do you want to get caught?” She looked behind her back.  Then ducked into an alleyway and forced me after.

    “Why?” I asked, “Why did you steal the perfume?  You knew that cost over fifty dollars!  You knew I wanted it but not enough steal it!”

    “You know me Maya.  I can’t help it.”

    “I don’t know how I stand you.”

    “Then don’t be my friend.”

    “But, then I won’t have a best friend.  You know I have other friends, but your my only best friend.”

    “Oh you.  You flatter me.  I’m blushing.” Sammy said in boredom

    “I know, I know!  I’m boring you when I complain and all.”

    “Now.  On to a different subject.  I’ll use the perfume this week and then the week after next and so on.  You can use it the other weeks.” Sammy said business like. “Maybe you can get Ethan Walter to ask you out.” She said teasing.

    “Do me a favor and shut up!” I whispered.  My face was probably as red as a brand new fire truck.  I had a crush on Ethan since he bumped into me in the beginning of Preschool (now I’m 12).

"I got homework to do.  I’m going home.” I said.

    “Okay. I’ll see you at school.”

    Slowly I walked home thinking, What am I supposed to do?!

Chapter 1

    “So sweetie, how was your day today?” Mom asked me when I got home.

    I hung my things in the hall, then I said, “It was all right.  Timmy Johnson, the class was doing an experiment in Science with eggs, threw an egg at Cynthia Miller but she bent down to pick up her paper that she dropped.  Well, her friend, Kyla Williams, got it full in the face.  Kyla thought that Cynthia ducked so Kyla would get the egg.  So Kyla dumped vinegar in Cynthia’s hair.  Then chaos in the Science room.

    “Mrs. Glen got really mad at Timmy and Kyla.  She gave them detention and because Timmy started it, he got to scrub the pans of vinegar and egg gunk.  He said his arm will never be the same.  She told Kyla to rinse out her hair.  Kyla said that she heard that back then, people used to use egg for shampoo.  So she kept bragging that the egg made her hair “shiny.”  Not.” I said as an after thought.

    “What happened to Cynthia then?” Mom asked while putting the dishes away.

    “Oh, Cynthia was being Cynthia.  She whined and cried about her ‘perfect, shiny strawberry blonde hair’ and how it was ruined and smelled bad.” I said sarcastically while making quotation marks with my fingers.

    “Sounds like Cynthia was having a bad day.  So what do you want for dinner?”

    “Spaghetti?” I asked real small.  I would always asked to have spaghetti for dinner.

    “Maya,” Mom sighs. “you always say you want that so you may have something else.”

    “Fine,” I complained. “How ‘bout, um, meatloaf?”

    “Sure.”

    “So what did you do today, Mom?”

    “Oh, you know.  The normal.”

    “Mom, you are never normal,” I said exasperated.

    “Ha ha,” She said sarcastically. “Anyways, I just went to the store to get more ingredients to test for the bread company.  Sweet heart, can you get the hamburger in the refrigerator?”

    “Okay,” I went to the refrigerator and got the hamburger.  Then I remembered that Ethan was going to the movies today at seven.

    So I asked, “Hey Mom, some people I know are going to the movies today at seven.  Can I go?”

    “Who all is going?”

    She always asks me; “Who’s going?” and “Is there any adult supervision?” and “Is the movie PG because if it isn’t, then I have to come.”  So I answer like I’ve had to memorized this (which I have just for these situations), “Sammy, Adrianna, Susan, and Bailey.”

    Lucky for me she says, “Okay, but I want you to tell me when the movie is over so text me.

    “Yes Mom.” I reply.  I’m not really lying because Sammy is coming and I’ll just ask the others.  Sammy always tries to get me with Ethan.  She always knows what to do around and with guys.  She’s gone out with like four guys and has gotten like ten million guys’ phone numbers! Geez!

    Well, I'd better text Sammy and tell her my plan.  Wish me luck!

My First Ever Post

This pretty new to me.  I don't really know what I'll use this for yet.  Maybe to keep track of my day or to work on a story.  I would love to be an author.  Maybe this would be a great way to work on that and my writing skills.  Who knows.