The School Magazine_Open Mic Night_Vin and Val_I'm Not Wearing That!
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The School Magazine
I remember that day perfectly. It was as gloomy as my mood lately. I was twenty-seven years old and already bored with life. Also, it wasn’t the best idea to forget my umbrella at home during a rain shower, nor to miss the bus. To make matters worse, an asshole driver splashed me from head to toe. I explained to him, in my mind, why his mother was an easy woman, but that didn't dry my underwear.I was going to be late for school, and there was no doubt that in my class there would be pandemonium. The last time I was late, I found the little devils building a tower of chairs and trying to persua...
Open Mic Night
“Seriously?” She widens her eyes as her head follows his every move, “That’s how you want to start off?”“Absolutely, I am taking it back a few years. To when I realized that I enjoyed writing jokes.” He smiles as she rolls her eyes.She folds her arms across her chest, “Jake, that was also the time that your family stopped talking to you.” She questions him as he lets out a chuckle.“Not the point www.onedoor.ccof the story Naomi. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” Jake replies as he walks away to the stage.Jake smiles as he grabs the mic stand and begins addressing the bunch. “Whoa, there’s a lot of people ...
Vin and Val
Chapter 1: Vinny and Val “I can see it now.” Valencia’s sarcasm grated on Vinny’s already stretched thin nerves. It made Vinny automatically roll his eyes and walk faster, to get further away as fast as possible. His twin sister sure loved to push his buttons and to attempt to get him to snap. “Vin. Come on, Vinny. I’m just kidding . Could you slow down?” Vinny sighed exasperated and turned to face her, her voice sounded apologetic . Vinny let out another sigh and crossed his arms, the muscles tightening and bulging slightly from the gesture. “I’m really trying with you. But you’re pushing it...
I'm Not Wearing That!
I’m Not Wearing That!Ann Martin There were a couple of things about Francesca Fudgewick that everybody needed to know. One: she never answered to anything but Frankie. Two: she was very fussy about what she wore. For somebody only eleven years old, Frankie had an amazing sense of style.Everything she wore was not so much pre-loved as completely had-it. Charity shop throw-outs, ragbag rejects, total tat, or not interested.Frankie’s jeans were gone at the knees and threadbare in the behind. Cat hairs, dog slobber and lumps of old chewy were their only decoration. Her tee shirts and jumpers wer...