Maliciously Musical_Dear Carla_The Great Cookie Bake-Off_Big Assumptions
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Maliciously Musical
From the moment I walked in the ballroom, I knew I was in the wrong place. This place was filled with know-it-all’s and the spoiled sons of rich businessmen. The halls were filled to the brim with holiday treats, alcohol (wait, wasn’t this party for minors?) and fancy, golden decorations that lined the walls in over-the-top Christmas cheer. Even more unfortunately than the fact that I stuck out like a sore thumb, was the fact that the actual awards show and music practice wasn’t for a few hours. Which meant that until then, I was stuck socializing. I couldn’t think of a more unappealing word ...
Dear Carla
Her face as red as blood. Her eyes as red as her face. Her skin as red as her eyes… As red as blood. “I didn’t know, how could I know?” Her fingers grasp the thin crinkled paper, read over and over. She could feel the small itch of her blanket across her almost raw cut hip. Her voice thin, crackling with every inflection of emotion. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” she pleads to a shadow of humility fleeting from the room. “Please.” She repeats the phrase like a mantra of self-destruction. “Please,” every breath she takes. “Please,” every tear. “Please.” Alone in the room, she sits on the quaint bed...
The Great Cookie Bake-Off
It was August 3rd in Sunnydale, California. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. But Maria was still sleeping. Her brother, Pedro came into her room and started shaking her. "Mawww.onedoor.ccria get up. Today's the day." Pedro said. Pedro went to the kitchen to get a water bottle. He came back to her room and sprayed her! "Wake up Maria!" Maria jerked up and started yelling at Pedro. "What did you do that for! Can't you see I am trying to sleep?" Maria yelled. Pedro laughed and walked out of the room. "Ugh! Why wasn't I an only child?!" Maria exclaimed. She climbed out of bed and headed to her cl...
Big Assumptions
"Detention again!" I scoff at my teacher, "Seriously?" Hi, I'm Harper. This happens a lot I just like to make it feel like he won.This happens all the ti. Sometimes I rarely actually go to detention. I walk around the school for the rest of the period. I want to prank my teacher so I print out one of those meme faces that looks like their smooshed and tape it to the window. I laugh to myself. I take a picture and send it to my friend. I wait for the bell to ring before going to Jess' class, "That was hilarious! How do you come up with these things?" She says laughing. I laugh with her, "Want t...