Stina and Lee

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIMBERLEY <333333


Well, Lien and I started to write a story near the start of 2009. We wrote about 8 chapters, and we gave up on it as school started :X Lien and I wrote in perspective of two different people, Lien writing on a girl named Elle and I was writing about a guy named Jay. Here's a bit of the beginning of Chatper 1 - Lien's and Chapter 2 - Mine. [Yeah well this story might not be good but yeah not like I'm very good at English anyways]

Chapter 1 -
Any girl’s reason to wear as much makeup possible to preserve her image for the rest of the year, it was photo day. In my opinion, the worst day of the year. Most girls in the 11th grade would most likely waking up at the break of dawn to do their hair and makeup but for me I woke up at the usual 7:30, jumped in the shower, got dressed and off to school. Mum is always stressing over skipping breakfast with all lectures she’s given me I’m scarred for life with “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, blah blah blah”. But I don’t have time to put up with her nonsense today because I have a bus to catch. I secretly sneaked out of my room and downstairs with minimum noise as I possibly could, through the hall and out the door.

Chapter 2 -
FUDGE! Not again...

8.30am, sun shining brightly in this depressed room how could I still be sleepy? Odd though, no ringing sound woke me up earlier. Here it comes...
‘Jay you’re going to be late!’
‘I know Bee! You don’t have to tell me.’
A bleak 16 year old in gold and maroon, hair ruffled, running down the stairs, panicking. Needing to get out of this hell hole quick! Oh crap! My physics textbook! Ah, forget it. The pavement holding obstacles, just like life, just like my life.

Standing infront of the school, polluting with cans of hairspray. Photo day was today, the reason why I didn’t set my alarm clock. How could I forget? The doors barges open with following screams, typical girls. One hand and only one, moving around with enthusiasm; Elle’s hand. Elle, a persistent girl who wants to invade my life, it was fine when we were younger but now is just troubling.
‘Mr. Lee, you are 10 min late to school!’ A sentence piercing through my ear.
‘Sorry Mr. Kay’
‘This is going into your report!’
‘I know Mr. Kay’
‘Mr. Lee, hurry along now shortest to tallest.’
A formation of students, how pathetic. Just like life the strongest are the first of the line and the weakest is left to live in their shadow. Again I’m at the back standing up high look down at others, how good does that feel only if this was my actual status. Everyone smiling stupidly at the camera hoping nothing woould stuff up, but their lives are just that.


Ahahaha. My chapter is pretty bad :X