Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Paragraphs 2&3
I knew she was prettier than me,
way prettier, & funnier, &
smarter, & more popular, a lot
more popular. She had all of the
guys after her while the only guy I
had was Brad, my best friend &
captain of the chess club. Not,
that I'm complaining or anything,
Brad is great & all, it's just
that he is my only friend. I just
wish that I had a girl friend to
tell me problems to. That was the
one thing that me and my sis had
in common. Our family problems.
But she doesn't show that it
effects her, and she doesn't admit
it. Our mom and dad don't even
sleep in the same room anymore.
"I think I should go back to bed,
I'm really tired." I muttered to
myself as Stephanie turned over and groaned. As I started to walk
back to my bed I heard a loud thump
come from the attic. (anything in
parenthesis is me interupting and
of these /\ are thoughts) /Maybe I
should just have dad look at in the
morning.\ I thought. I hated the
attic, all of the disgusting
fungus, cobwebs, and the spiders.
ewwwwwwwwwww, the spiders. They
jump out at u when ur least expecting it. But my bro likes it.
Oh ya he loves it, can't stay out
of there, but of course knowing
Chad he would.
The thump sounded again, this
time it sounded like it was coming
from right above my room. I started
to get the chills. This house is so
old that it's falling apart piece
by piece, at first I thought that
it was something falling up there,
this time I knew something was up, literally. Then I heard a creaking
coming from the 2nd floor
staircase. /Why do I have to do
everything around here.?\ I thought
to myself as I sighed and started
towards the door. Lost in thought I
hadn't realized that my bro was out
of bed and was following me to the
stairs. I heard a footstep behind
me and turned so quickly that
Chad's head looked like a blurry,
oh i dunno, blurry....mop! ya, that would describe he hair. A
blonde mop! U can hardly see his
gorgeos big blue eyes. But of
course like anyway 4 year old, he
doesn't want to get his hair cut.
He looks up to me, hates steph,
but loves me. He follows me around
everywhere like a little duckling,
he asks me questions, like every 2
min, but the most annoying thing he
does is mimic me. Mom says that
he's just in a stage, and I hope
she's right, because I don't want a
13 year old boy following me
around, asking me questions, and
mimicking me.
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