I like to write when I'm bored.
& most of the things I write about are my life.
This however, is not a true story.
Parts are, & this is only the first part of many.
So if you like it, tell me & i'll post more
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At 15 years of age, you wouldn’t really expect me to have many problems, if any. On the honor roll and in orchestra, ask my friends they would say ‘she’s perfect.’ But no one knows what’s inside. I maybe on the honor roll, but does anyone know how or what makes me be on it? No one understands the pain of having to make sure everything is perfect. Every question perfectly answered. Every grade a perfect scor—
I stopped typing. ‘Mr. Geniso said to make our written piece emotional and partially true, but maybe I shouldn’t go into so much detail about my life.’
“Pamela!” it was my mother, I quickly saved my work then shut off the monitor. I opened up the dictionary and tried to look convincing.
“Yes mother, do you need any help?” I answered weakly as the doorknob turned…
& most of the things I write about are my life.
This however, is not a true story.
Parts are, & this is only the first part of many.
So if you like it, tell me & i'll post more
----
At 15 years of age, you wouldn’t really expect me to have many problems, if any. On the honor roll and in orchestra, ask my friends they would say ‘she’s perfect.’ But no one knows what’s inside. I maybe on the honor roll, but does anyone know how or what makes me be on it? No one understands the pain of having to make sure everything is perfect. Every question perfectly answered. Every grade a perfect scor—
I stopped typing. ‘Mr. Geniso said to make our written piece emotional and partially true, but maybe I shouldn’t go into so much detail about my life.’
“Pamela!” it was my mother, I quickly saved my work then shut off the monitor. I opened up the dictionary and tried to look convincing.
“Yes mother, do you need any help?” I answered weakly as the doorknob turned…
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