"JiminyCrispies" wrote:

I have spell check on my laptop and years of teachers correcting my grammar when I was in primary. Sometimes they still correct me in high school

You didn't convince me.

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"nedurak" wrote:

"JiminyCrispies" wrote:

"nedurak" wrote:

"JiminyCrispies" wrote:

Great so far! Hope you write more soon! I just have one tiny thing to suggest; use another opener instead of 'I'. You could put an opener and then I, that way you could be getting 'ly' and 'ing' openers in there. Apart from that, great story; hope to read more soon ~Jiminy~

Aren't you a teacher? Only teachers say like that.

No ~Jiminy~

You make no mistakes in spelling and Grammar. It is most strange.

oh come on guys, do this on another thread.

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[Agrees and gets back to the topic and please stay on the topic everyone and thank you ] I loves it so far and Im looking forwards to reading more and thank you for posting it

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I know its been ages since my last post, but here is more! I was brought to the prinibles office. He was furious. "What did you think you were doing?!?!" He shouted. I did'nt dare say a word. "Well? Go on! Did you even think about the neighbourhood? About waking people sleeping up? Hmm?" I hung my head. Finally I said I was tired of being ignored. He looked at me. "Well maybe if you tried to make friends it might be easier." He spoke, softly now. I explained that no one liked me. I'm sorry its such a small amount of writing, but I want to do something else! To be continued....

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Can you please write more? It has been 20 days since you posted another chapter.

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Can you please write more? It has been 20 days since you posted another chapter.

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Okay. He laughed one of his odd laughs. " Why don't you do somee activities after school? You know, like art club, or hockey. Somethng that other people with the same interests goes to? " He said, encouraganly.   I shook my head, saying that it cost money, which it did. $100 dollars for one year of art club. No way would we be able to afford it. "How about getting a social job at the shopping centre, eh?" He said. I had to agree to that. That way I could help mum, and get me some friends. But I was happy on my own. I never had proper friends really. We walked out of the ofice, and he surruptisiously handed me a note. I opened it, expecting it was a detention slip, but it was something even more..... To be contined... Tell me what you think!

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Three words for you..... I LOVE IT.

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Thanks. It was a cheque. A one hundred dollar cheque! I couldn't believe my eyes. I ran after him, thinking it was a mistake. He shook his head.  " You need it. I know it's allot, but I know it's tough for you." He said. I thanked him and thanked him, but I couldn't accept it. It was way too much. He insisted. Finally I had to accept. I would have been late for class. Everyone stared at me as I walked into the class. I ignored them, my long black, velvet skirt sweeping the floor. Jake wouldn't look at me. I had ruined our friendship. We were no longer friends. We were simply just people who happened to be people in the same class. I felt like crying. I didn't want it to be like this. I got home, and realised that my mum would be wondering where I got the cheque..... To Be Contined.... 

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