Writing just a story I have been working on

[Guest shagadelic]

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I stared around the cafeteria and just saw a wave of wasted life, jocks, druggoes, bimbos and followers. The only people worth my time are the nerds. I myself am not a nerd but what you would call a nigel or a loner. I looked down at my cafeteria food, which was God knows what, and I nearly vomited. Then I looked up and I nearly vomited again, Cindy Chester. I have to admit right now that she is the real life Barbie doll. I hated Barbie dolls when I was little, I used to rip off their heads and throw them to my dog. I wish I could do the same with Cindy. Then I realised I was staring and buried my head back into my book ?The Great Gatsby?; this is the 23rd time I will have read it. My other favourite books include ?To kill a mocking bird?, ?Lord of the Rings? and yes, ?Harry Potter?, I am a very sad person.
Bbbbbrrrriiinnggg. Damn, the bell I had cooking with Cindy now and letting her cook is like throwing a match in to a gasoline bottle, it would lead to complete disaster.
I sat there and drew in my book as the teacher droned on about the safety rules. Of course she was only really talking to Cindy. I could see Cindy out of the corner of my eye twirling her fake; bleached blonde hair and pressing her lips together spreading around the 50 tonnes of lip-gloss that was on them. Even though she couldn?t frown because she had Botox injected into her forehead, I could see that she was frustrated and couldn?t understand anything. Her eyes were glazed over, oh no wait that?s just the contacts she wears to give her ?electric blue? eyes. Then what I heard next made my heart skip a beat, Cindy was cooking with me.
I sat there afraid for my life. Who would look after my mum and who would get my dog and my collection of Motor Ace and The Vines CDs. Cindy may look harmless if you didn?t count her enormous breasts; those things could poke an eye out. Cindy had just finished cutting up the potatoes without cutting one of her fingers off and put them in a silver bowl. She saw me staring at her and looked around at me with a sharp gaze. I quickly turned back around and kept grating the carrots. I think I could leave her for a second without watching her every single move. I mean all she had to do now was put the potatoes in the microwave. I heard a beep and a slam of a door and the microwave started up. I listened to the crackle and spitting of the potatoes as they went around and around. Then my heart skipped a beat; Cindy had put the potatoes in a silver bowl. The microwave would blow up with that reflective heat. It was too late. I heard a loud bang and our teacher had jumped at least a foot from the ground. The potatoes went everywhere; they covered Cindy from head to toe. I started to cackle a cheeky little laugh until the teacher stood over me with a razor-sharp stare they went right through me.
?Casey Beckons!? yelled out the office secretary as she stepped from her computer. I walked over to the big mahogany door of my principle?s office and slowly turned the brass knob. I stood there in the doorway as the principle looked over the top of his bifocals. He put down the pen he had in his hand and pointed for me to take a seat on the large, leather chair. He stood up and started walking around the room until he got to the windowsill and looked out at the people that do PE. He began to talk, ?Casey I have been hearing complaints from nearly all of your teachers, I was going to give you more time to rethink your acts but this little shenanigan of yours today was the last straw?. He sat back down at his chair and began rubbing the rough, whiskers of his grey beard that grew on his old, wrinkled face. ?Casey if you don?t smarten up your act soon I?m afraid you?ll be getting suspension or even worse, expulsion?. The word expulsion rang in my ear and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn?t be expelled my mum would murder me. ?I?ll be sending home a letter to your mother and you will have to pay half the cost for the microwave, now go to your next class?. With that I stood up and walked out of the room. I began to grind my teeth as I thought of Cindy; she was the one who put me in all this mess. She is the one who will pay.
I walked through the front door of my house and dumped my port on the floor. I heard no ?hello darling? or ?how was your day?? Now that mum was a big executive at her new law firm, she was working longer hours and more days. I didn?t really miss her, though I wished somedays someone was here for me to talk to. I mean even if dad was here I wouldn?t mind but I don?t think he?d be up to driving fourteen hours everyday to visit me. Actually I don?t think he?d drive fourteen hours through the holidays to visit me. I went over to the phone and saw one new message on the answering machine. I pressed play and Principle Marks began to speak I quickly pressed stop and erase. I went over to the fridge and opened it up. Nothing. I wish mum would go shopping somedays, I mean food would be nice to have in the house. It was quiet and since our cable was disconnected because of some sort of problem, there was nothing much to do except homework.
11:30. I heard the door unlock with a loud click and some high heels began clicking down the hallway. I looked up from the couch and there was mum quietly walking to the kitchen, ?hi? I spoke softly as I began to sit up. ?Oh hey, I thought you were asleep?? mum responded as she sat down beside me. She began to stroke my hair like she used to when I was a little girl. She kissed me on the forehead and stood up she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. I could hear the floorboard?s creek as she stepped around in her bedroom. Then I heard the toilet flush and a click and with that mum was in bed asleep. That was the first time I spoke to mum today. That was the most we talked any day.

The sun shone through the tiny, splits of the blind. I slowly opened my eyes and the sun pierced them like tiny needles. I looked at the clock and it said eight- o?clock. My bus would be here in five minutes. I slowly got off the couch and took myself upstairs. I changed my shirt and sprayed my underarm?s with some deodorant. As I brushed my teeth I heard the bus pull up and honk its horn. I ran downstairs grabbed my port and jumped on the bus. As usual everyone had a seat of his or her own and I had the humiliation of walking up and down the isle asking him or her if I could sit there. I finally got a seat next to Rachel Donahue. Rachel was a very quiet girl that kept to her but had this way of capturing people?s attention. She was not pretty but unique. I felt sorry for Rachel, she had only one friend and that was Leila Meyers. Leila was always a real snooty ***** that has always mistreated Rachel. She sat quietly next to me saying nothing. She had a big monkey grip on her bag and her feet curled inwards. She was so insecure. I tapped her on the shoulder and she flinched pulling her shoulder away. ?I?m not going to steal your bag,? I said to her with this look of innocence on my face. ?What are you talking about? I?m not thinking that, I?m just being cautious,? said Rachel in a tiny little whisper as she loosened her grasp on her bag. As soon as we stopped out the front of the school, Rachel jumped out of her seat and ran off the bus. I can?t see what?s so wrong with me, I mean just because I was wearing a shirt with blood on it, not real, and my dogs collar around my neck.
I wasn?t that much of a freak was I?

[liamc2]

Interesting, like I said to you on msn, space out the paragraphs a leetle bit.

Also, some of your sentances can be shortened.

But other then that, keep it up

[Avaris]

Weird shagadelic Lydia weird.

But good style.

Keep up the good work. XO.