I was able to find a আসন with a little sixth grader. She pushed herself to the window, making sure she was as far from me as she could get. What, was I diseased? I ignored her and just stared at the আসন in front of me, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
After about a twenty মিনিট bus ride, we got to the school. Afraid to be noticed, I waited until most of the people got off the bus. This really annoyed the sixth grader; I had her trapped, so she had to wait until I got the guts to cut someone off. Finally, I started to get off the bus, when I felt hands on my back. As I was getting off, they shoved me, and I fell onto the pavement, sliding across it. I sat there, stunned, for a moment, then stood up and brushed myself off. My knees were bloody, and the fabric there was torn. Blair had just bought me these too.
Great first দিন so far...
Ignoring the burning pain in my knees, I found the middle school office.
"Oh my... Are আপনি alright?" the secretary asked me.
"Um, I'm new," I said, ignoring her question. I just want to get this দিন over with already.
"Ok. What's your name?"
"Shelby Madison," I answered dully. She looked through some papers, furrowing her eyebrows. She shook her head.
"I got no one here দ্বারা the last name Madison... I've got... Shelby Kane...?" My হৃদয় skipped a little bit. Blair had registered me with her last name...
"That's me," I ব্যক্ত quietly. She handed me the paper, along with a map of the school.
"Have a good day," she ব্যক্ত uninterested. "You might wanna stop at the nurse's office before আপনি go. It's the first door on your left before আপনি leave the office." I thanked her, and walked out the office door, without going to the nurse.
After walking around for fifteen minutes, and deciding my map was wrong, I found my first class. History. The teacher looked at me when I came in, and the class got quiet.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Um, I'm new here..." I ব্যক্ত awkwardly. Everyones' stares were like beams of light; I needed to look away. The teacher stared at me for a while, a puzzled look on her face.
"A student?" she asked. No, a teacher. I'm here to take your job.I nodded. "Oh, um... Ok. আপনি can take a আসন here in the front পরবর্তি to Lucas." She gestured to a boy in the front, with an empty ডেস্ক পরবর্তি to him. I took a deep breath, as well as my seat. I could feel everyone's eyes glued to me. I could hear giggles and whispers. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. How long till the end of school?
After history, I went to math. The teacher there was surprised that I was a student too. Ok, I may not look thirteen অথবা fourteen, but it's not like I'm a freakin' thirty বছর old.
"What is she doing here?" a voice whispered, when the teacher gave me my seat. Why couldn't I sit in the back? Was that so much to ask?
"Just leave her alone," another voice whispered পরবর্তি to me. I looked up, to see a girl turned around in her seat, glaring at the voices behind me. She frowned sheepishly at me when our eyes met, and turned back to face the front. "Just shut up," she whispered over her shoulder at the kids behind us. I pursed my lips. I wanted to thank her, but I couldn't find my voice. She has dark brown hair, cut in a way that it covers most of her face. She seemed... mysterious; like she was holding a lot back. I opened my mouth to talk to this girl, but then the teacher called attention, and the class began.
Her name's Jezreel.
The teacher called on her, even though she hadn't raised her hand. Her voice trembled when she spoke. People snickered at her when she got the প্রশ্ন wrong. I pitied her. I could tell that it terrified her to speak in front of the class; to have all eyes on her. Now I knew that her hair also functioned well as a mask. Once the teacher moved on, she ducked her head and let her hair fall into her face again, disguising herself.
When class was about to end, I told myself I would talk to Jezreel. She seemed so frightened, like me. I could relate. But the breath of motivation I took choked me, and I rushed out of the classroom to my পরবর্তি class.
After about a twenty মিনিট bus ride, we got to the school. Afraid to be noticed, I waited until most of the people got off the bus. This really annoyed the sixth grader; I had her trapped, so she had to wait until I got the guts to cut someone off. Finally, I started to get off the bus, when I felt hands on my back. As I was getting off, they shoved me, and I fell onto the pavement, sliding across it. I sat there, stunned, for a moment, then stood up and brushed myself off. My knees were bloody, and the fabric there was torn. Blair had just bought me these too.
Great first দিন so far...
Ignoring the burning pain in my knees, I found the middle school office.
"Oh my... Are আপনি alright?" the secretary asked me.
"Um, I'm new," I said, ignoring her question. I just want to get this দিন over with already.
"Ok. What's your name?"
"Shelby Madison," I answered dully. She looked through some papers, furrowing her eyebrows. She shook her head.
"I got no one here দ্বারা the last name Madison... I've got... Shelby Kane...?" My হৃদয় skipped a little bit. Blair had registered me with her last name...
"That's me," I ব্যক্ত quietly. She handed me the paper, along with a map of the school.
"Have a good day," she ব্যক্ত uninterested. "You might wanna stop at the nurse's office before আপনি go. It's the first door on your left before আপনি leave the office." I thanked her, and walked out the office door, without going to the nurse.
After walking around for fifteen minutes, and deciding my map was wrong, I found my first class. History. The teacher looked at me when I came in, and the class got quiet.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Um, I'm new here..." I ব্যক্ত awkwardly. Everyones' stares were like beams of light; I needed to look away. The teacher stared at me for a while, a puzzled look on her face.
"A student?" she asked. No, a teacher. I'm here to take your job.I nodded. "Oh, um... Ok. আপনি can take a আসন here in the front পরবর্তি to Lucas." She gestured to a boy in the front, with an empty ডেস্ক পরবর্তি to him. I took a deep breath, as well as my seat. I could feel everyone's eyes glued to me. I could hear giggles and whispers. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. How long till the end of school?
After history, I went to math. The teacher there was surprised that I was a student too. Ok, I may not look thirteen অথবা fourteen, but it's not like I'm a freakin' thirty বছর old.
"What is she doing here?" a voice whispered, when the teacher gave me my seat. Why couldn't I sit in the back? Was that so much to ask?
"Just leave her alone," another voice whispered পরবর্তি to me. I looked up, to see a girl turned around in her seat, glaring at the voices behind me. She frowned sheepishly at me when our eyes met, and turned back to face the front. "Just shut up," she whispered over her shoulder at the kids behind us. I pursed my lips. I wanted to thank her, but I couldn't find my voice. She has dark brown hair, cut in a way that it covers most of her face. She seemed... mysterious; like she was holding a lot back. I opened my mouth to talk to this girl, but then the teacher called attention, and the class began.
Her name's Jezreel.
The teacher called on her, even though she hadn't raised her hand. Her voice trembled when she spoke. People snickered at her when she got the প্রশ্ন wrong. I pitied her. I could tell that it terrified her to speak in front of the class; to have all eyes on her. Now I knew that her hair also functioned well as a mask. Once the teacher moved on, she ducked her head and let her hair fall into her face again, disguising herself.
When class was about to end, I told myself I would talk to Jezreel. She seemed so frightened, like me. I could relate. But the breath of motivation I took choked me, and I rushed out of the classroom to my পরবর্তি class.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve বছর old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays পিয়ানো and গিটার and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that আপনি could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story অথবা movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, অথবা feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as আপনি probably know. Imaginary বন্ধু can be anything আপনি want them to be. An animal, a creature আপনি made up, a monster, অথবা just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary বন্ধু that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that আপনি could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story অথবা movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, অথবা feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as আপনি probably know. Imaginary বন্ধু can be anything আপনি want them to be. An animal, a creature আপনি made up, a monster, অথবা just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary বন্ধু that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the পরবর্তি day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue শার্ট that ব্যক্ত "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she ব্যক্ত "Oh! I didn't give আপনি a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"