Monday, December 31, 2007
i think i may stop writing poems and write play stories... i don't know. i think i may use this post as a test.
it's the first day of school. don't worry you'll live. it's only a new high school at a new town and you will make new friends fast.... right?
mom: Sammy are you ok? you look a little nerves.
sammy: no, mom i'm fine.
mom: ok honey, and don't forget you can always stop at the office if you can't find a class.
sammy: don't worry mom. i know.
but what if i can't find the office...
mom: that's my girl. i know you will make a lot of new friends.
-sammy gets out of the car and walks onto school-
don't worry! school will be fine. a friend can't be to hard to find....
oh god! the bell i haven't even put my stuff away! just get to your first class, tell the teacher that your new and they may let it go this once. wait what's my first class
-takes classes list out of her poket-
ok i have math in room 239. ok that shoulden't be to hard to find.... ok weres the office
ok thats all i'm going to write for today... i suck at this shit