StripedAlyssa
I looked upon my algebra book and sighed. Why do I study this? When I grow up and be a writer, do I need to learn about this? Is this truly necessary? My thoughts were interrupted when somebody threw a ball of paper at me and then I looked around... Seeing no suspect, I just returned to reading but me being a curious little dunce, reached for the paper ball and opened it... Then I smiled at the message inside.... "Don't look so serious, Smile for me Gorgeous"
As I dragged myself to my classroom, I can't help but feel someone staring at me and me being the curious person that I am, stopped and looked back. There leaning on the railings was the guy that I had always liked. He was holding a book but instead of being engrossed in the pages, he was looking right at me. He held my stare until I got too embarrassed and I turned around hurrying into my classroom, not noticing the corner of his lips curving upward into a small smile. :)
scanner, I like scanners. they scan my drawings, yeaahhh
sometimes i hate em, cuz they don't work yeaaaaaaah scanners. i scanned mah drawings.