Chapter One: Salvador
Silver Monroe skipped up the stone steps to Westover High School. Silver could have easily gotten almost any boy she wanted; only she had yet to find the one meant for her. She walked swiftly down the long hallways to her first class; math.
After about ten minutes the boy sitting behind her raised his hand, asking for water. Silver had been in mostly the same classes as him almost the entire year and she had never heard him talk before. She had never really even noticed him before. He had long, blonde hair that was almost white and black eyes. The teacher, Mrs. Taylor dismissed him and they continued with their lesson. Silver didn't see him again until English. Silver usually tried not to sit in the back of the class, yet today she sat next to the boy. She wanted to know his name.
Once the teacher began to teach, Silver began writing something down on a scrap of paper.
'Silver, what are you writing?' she asked. 'Would you like to share it with the class?'
'I apologize, Mrs. Hodges,' said Silver. 'I was only taking notes as to help me remember the lesson.'
'It's alright, Silver,' said Mrs. Hodges, 'but could you take notes when classes are over?'
'Of course,' said Silver, as she thought; that is just fine. I have finished writing, therefore, it does not matter if I must write no more.
As Silver glanced at the boy, she thought she saw him watching her as he wrote something on a scrap of paper. He had the paper slightly in his lap, Silver realized. No one would notice him writing.
I was very much so obvious as I had written upon my notebook paper, thought Silver. I could not ever think of to be secretive as I was writing.
The boy reached over, letting the slip of paper brush her arm, and placed it in her desk.
After school Silver took out the note and opened it. It read; You draw much attention to yourself, I would not act quite so ostentatious if I were put into your situation.
Somehow getting a note from a boy like him made me feel exited. Like as if I were someone special...
Silver Monroe skipped up the stone steps to Westover High School. Silver could have easily gotten almost any boy she wanted; only she had yet to find the one meant for her. She walked swiftly down the long hallways to her first class; math.
After about ten minutes the boy sitting behind her raised his hand, asking for water. Silver had been in mostly the same classes as him almost the entire year and she had never heard him talk before. She had never really even noticed him before. He had long, blonde hair that was almost white and black eyes. The teacher, Mrs. Taylor dismissed him and they continued with their lesson. Silver didn't see him again until English. Silver usually tried not to sit in the back of the class, yet today she sat next to the boy. She wanted to know his name.
Once the teacher began to teach, Silver began writing something down on a scrap of paper.
'Silver, what are you writing?' she asked. 'Would you like to share it with the class?'
'I apologize, Mrs. Hodges,' said Silver. 'I was only taking notes as to help me remember the lesson.'
'It's alright, Silver,' said Mrs. Hodges, 'but could you take notes when classes are over?'
'Of course,' said Silver, as she thought; that is just fine. I have finished writing, therefore, it does not matter if I must write no more.
As Silver glanced at the boy, she thought she saw him watching her as he wrote something on a scrap of paper. He had the paper slightly in his lap, Silver realized. No one would notice him writing.
I was very much so obvious as I had written upon my notebook paper, thought Silver. I could not ever think of to be secretive as I was writing.
The boy reached over, letting the slip of paper brush her arm, and placed it in her desk.
After school Silver took out the note and opened it. It read; You draw much attention to yourself, I would not act quite so ostentatious if I were put into your situation.
Somehow getting a note from a boy like him made me feel exited. Like as if I were someone special...
Yeah you know
*I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
(da capo from asterisk)
Yeah it's pretty clear I ain't no kung fu (master)
I come here pretty often, I come often
Like I shouldn't do
For many reasons
Typing junk in various places
I see Internet legends
We view it and we gasp
Come on now I'm not that good
Hawaiian kindness isn't the same as genius
And every character I'm typing from the bottom to the top
This just isn't my thing
(Can somebody get a mop?)
I have writer's block and I need a little help
Separating the wheat from the chaff
And now somebody can (sure anyone can)
Bite my fhiny metal aff
'Cuz you know
*I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
(da capo from asterisk)
Oh yeah yeah yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
(da capo from asterisk)
Yeah it's pretty clear I ain't no kung fu (master)
I come here pretty often, I come often
Like I shouldn't do
For many reasons
Typing junk in various places
I see Internet legends
We view it and we gasp
Come on now I'm not that good
Hawaiian kindness isn't the same as genius
And every character I'm typing from the bottom to the top
This just isn't my thing
(Can somebody get a mop?)
I have writer's block and I need a little help
Separating the wheat from the chaff
And now somebody can (sure anyone can)
Bite my fhiny metal aff
'Cuz you know
*I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
I have procrastinate
Procrastinated
Lots of trouble
(da capo from asterisk)
Oh yeah yeah yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Gender - female
Friends - Palau, Fiji, Nauru (me), Marshall Islands
Personality - bossy
Her random symbol - †
Palau
Age - 19
Gender - Female
Friends - Tuvalu, Australia NZ, Nauru (sister)
Personality - nice
Her random symbol - ♦
Nauru (me)
Age - 30's
Gender - Female
Friends - EVERYONE!!
Personality - creepy
Her Random Symbol - ♣
NZ
Age - secret
Gender - male
Friends - Australia, Kiribati (younger sister), Cook Islands
Personality - VERY NICE
His random Symbol - ‡
Tonga (Tonga66, the only user I know more than you all because she is my sister)
Age - 24
Gender - female
Friends - EVRYONE
Personality - SUPER FRIENDLY
Her random sister - ♥
I KNOW I LEFT SOME BUT DONT GET MAD AT ME, AND NO IM NOT ADDING ANYMORE COUNTRIES
Bye
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1. Your grandpa's horse's dandruff is in the shower.
2. The raisins on the counter are crunchy.
3. You can stuff a pillow with the rat fur on the couch alone.
4. Your nightstand is jammed with garbage from middle school.
5. Clay dust from your old arts-and-crafts project is in your AC.
6. There are a hundred roach-sized headstones littering your cabinets.
7. Your cleaning supplies are only in your closet for show.
8. People hit the gas every time they drive down your street.
9. There's a dust bunny colony in your sheet.
10. You don't even have much of a sheet anymore.
(At least five of these are from personal experience. Pictures would be appalling here.)
2. The raisins on the counter are crunchy.
3. You can stuff a pillow with the rat fur on the couch alone.
4. Your nightstand is jammed with garbage from middle school.
5. Clay dust from your old arts-and-crafts project is in your AC.
6. There are a hundred roach-sized headstones littering your cabinets.
7. Your cleaning supplies are only in your closet for show.
8. People hit the gas every time they drive down your street.
9. There's a dust bunny colony in your sheet.
10. You don't even have much of a sheet anymore.
(At least five of these are from personal experience. Pictures would be appalling here.)