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This is so stupid, we have to write... about what? We dont know but
Miss.Gladish handed us notebooks and said to write... WHAT DO YOU WANT WRITEN YOU YOU YOU.... stupid teacher, she wont even read these, how I know? I once turned in a paper that said "I like *insert a randome word here a million times*" and I got full credit, she didnt even bother looking at the darn thing... oh well. I may as well introduce myself, I am
Rox, that is short for Roxine Black, I am the worlds greatest person E V E R and if you dont believe me, ask
Britt, she is my epic buddy! I am in NJROTC which is a navy class for highschoolers, it is the best ever, it even beats me at times. I know right! its that epic... why am I talking to you... you are just a stupid book... I feel like a nartard now, thanks you ... ummmm... well ... i guess you need a name... hmmmm... I dunno something stupid to reflect the idiocy of this assighnment, or something awsome to reflect me.... your name shall be... The Black Book... ya, that sounds epic! now all I need it to spray paint you black!!!!! AWSOME!
Anyways, in NJ I am the admin. assistant I have T O N S of work I do, and all unpaid, but I am willing to do it just cuz NJ is that epic, I am a diehard artist, and I am a writer, so dont be supprised if I just write a poem in here. OK, back to me, ok well it was already at me but still, MOVING ON MR.BB(cool you already have a nickname), I have this REALLY anoying Ex named
Hunter, well we were best friends, like I would get in trouble to protect him, and vice versa... sorta... he always had a way of not sticking up for me too well... any ways well one day he pulled me to the back of the library, and kissed me... I fell hard for him but... he cheated on me, leaving me heartless and broken, and he keeps asking me out again, like I am THAT stupid!!! well maybe I am but thats not the point, if fact it is about time I doodle in you, cuz I wuv my art so...
Pretty right? it only took me about three class periods, with doing some of my work of course... sorta, my
beloved teacher Miss.Gladish almost took it way before I showed her it was you, she said "This notebook is NOT for stupid little drawings it is just for writing" ... LIKE I GIVE A CRUD! she is so uptight, lol my bud/person I fight with
Daniel always makes her so mad, he is a great way to get into a really good mood, or a really annoyed mood. He pulled out his card game, and started to play it aganst a freshman, if she gets mad over me drawing how do you think she feels about him playing a card game? Exactly... she nearly ripped his head off, so I busted out laughing... and guess what? we get to spend lunch in her class learning how to be respectfull... does she not know what NJ is for? We dont wear those uniforms because they are fun... so I am writing now in this dreaded classroom, getting poked by Daniel... and guess what, I squeak every time someone pokes me in the ribbs... gawd we have like 50 more mins in here, I think Ima gonna kill Daniel... after this poem,
I live my life, running by the others rules,
I run my heart, focusing on others needs,
I focus my mind on the wants of the ones who want to distroy me,
I must break free of this sadistic tirony,
I must run free, my heart soaring like the eagle
galloping like a mustang
and singing like a wolf...