Me and one of my friends, write mini stories that we come up with, and write them in a little booklet when we have a good one. We like to write about somethings that may go on in a everyday person's life. Her and i call our collection of stories the Blonde Chicks. No offense to anyone, it is just a nickname that we call each other. Here is an example of one of our stories.
I started off this morning, undecisive on what to wear. After digging through basically all of my clothes, i found a pair of jeans, a scarf, and a cute striped shirt. After first block, math, we had second block of whatchmacallit. During w we were discussing whether or not unicorns were real. I think i believe in them, i mean, we can't be alone in this huge universe, can we? Maybe there are people who are on another planet, or galaxy perhaps, who are way more advanced than we, and have wings or something. Or maybe we are living on a tiny pink fluffy fuzzy flower type thing that is floating around somewhere, and that's why we actually have earthquakes. Maybe we are like the whos' in "Horton Hears a Who" by doctor seus. Who really knows. Man, people in this class can't be quiet for 3 seconds while a girl talks. What is this class anyway? We talk about the people from the past who fought and had battles all the time. They were very jealous people that got sick from cute rats that carried diseases. Ugh! When can we get out of this class? It's turning disgusting. Boys! Tucker shared a little too much info on how to gut a deer. You know that saying, "saved by the bell?" Well i do, and it's a great thing.