Creative Writing: Little Freak

Jeff - I agree with you in your response to question three. The situation went on way too long. After the janitor was told not to come by the room and he then did it again, I would have called him in and issued a written reprimand for his personnel file.

I walked to my house soaked, crying, and my nose dripping blood. This is why: When I got on the loud, stinky bus, 2 girls were waiting for me At my seat. After I sat down to do my homework, they distracted me by pouring some water on my head. After that they grabbed my homework and ripped it up into a million pieces.

The Mice and The Dressmaker I woke up hearing her alarm indicating that it was time for school. Why are the weekends over so quick, it’s Monday already, I groaned to myself.

Ian ran upstairs to take a five minute shower, and quickly dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt with some khaki shorts. He attempted to fix his hair, it was a little damp, but there wasn't time to properly dry it, so it was fine.

My SOUL, Josh Fleisher, that i had last year did a nice job with me being an incoming student. I would like to be able to have the same opportunity as he did and make the transition from high school to college go much smoother than it would be at other schools. Im hoping to gain friendships with some of the incoming freshman, but also hope to gain work ethic and break out of my shell. I was quiet in high school and would like to branch out and help others that are transitioning and make it much easier on them. Also to meet other souls that may be connections and close friends that ill have for the rest of my life is truly remarkable to me. Im hoping to gain experience among working with others regarding performing scenes for the incoming students or just being able to talk with the incoming families about what Miami is like and how incredible it can be, purely on how you make it.

The first line of my collage is all softball pictures. There is one of me fielding a ball when I was younger,two of me catching, hitting and one of a cleats heart from my old team. Next to that is the St.Louis Cardinals logo, my favorite major league baseball team.

Today I woke up and I was feeling happy! I went from the down-under to get my breakfast. It felt a bit odd because freak wasn’t at my window. I stayed up stairs with grim and gram and we started having a nice little conversation Suddenly, i burst out laughing.

Every night my mom would read me a chapter or two of a “Junie B Jones” book. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to read by myself. Reading seemed like a special power people posessed when they got older, it seemed astonishing to me. The first series I

When I was in the fourth grade I could not go anywhere in my classroom and beyond without seeing it. The green book.So now curiosity peaked at the sheer number of students who constantly grasped it in their hands I decided to find out its name, and after stealthy glances at my peers I discovered it was called Diary of a Whimpy kid: the last straw. Now with the information I soon asked my parents for the book and eventually I myself was the owner of the green book. Now with the chance to discover what had enraptured the attention of so many of my peers I eagerly consumed the book and found myself craving more of the story. I soon attained the remaining books and devoured them in a quite greedy manner. But once I ran out of my hunger began to

“How are you, everyone?” “Today, we are all here to remember the value of my petit yet brilliant son, Kevin(Freak.)”

Week 2 Short Story A little over two years ago, I finally saved up enough money from working part-time to afford a new computer. Before that, I had the computer my parents got me for my 16th birthday, which was around 3 years old then. The computer they got me wasn’t the best, but of course it was better than nothing and got the job done. I’m definitely very appreciative of that. Now, the computer I got myself I didn’t personally build, but I used a website called CyberpowerPC to choose all of the hardware and pre-installed software myself. I was still fairly new to that sort of thing then, so I had to use Google a lot to research all of the different hardware options: what they meant, what the differences were, and so on. The parts I chose

Thinking you mean something to someone and then realizing later down the road that you really didn’t hurts like a son of a gun. You give them all your attention and do things you would never do for anyone and yet still they do things that will mess you up.

This is a story I’ve been meaning to tell for a while, and this is also my first post here. I swear this is a true story and I’m glad I’ve found the proper forum to recollect these memories. You know that show, Fairly Oddparents right? Popular show, classic one at

Some people who know me might call me weird or they say that I'm a freak, but I don't disagree just because I can impersonate every animal under the sun does not mean I'm wired or a freak. I think it is quite impressive and useful. Because you can

What was your ten year old experience like? Mine consisted of traveling alone to Mexico to visit my Grandfather throughout summer vacations. Traveling alone was something most of my relatives did at that age, it was an opportunity to visit the country their parents had grown up in. At first, my mom was skeptical. The thought of leaving me alone on a plane surrounded by strangers while being ten thousand feet in the air terrified her. It prompted her to call me every hour to see how I would be doing. Living as an isolated ten years old who stayed home all day playing video games, I would view this trip as a chance to get out of my comfort zone. At the same time it also terrified me, the thought of leaving the country I grew up living while experiencing a completely new atmosphere that is unfamiliar to me, had me shaking with excitement and anxiety. The morning of my flight I woke up anxious. As I stood up to walk towards the living room, I found my mom sitting on the couch with an anxious look on her face. Worried about making her feel worse I said: “Don’t worry mom, everything is ready for the flight.” She smiled, erasing her anxious look. Secretly, thoughts of getting lost at the airport or missing my flight had me terrified. I sat in my room contemplating thoughts of the new environment that I would be experiencing soon. I had never been good at stepping out of my comfort zone, but I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to do so. I knew that there was no going back,