

The First Day-Pt. 3-DI"My name is Amber Johnson, but I'm usually called Max. I enjoy playing my guitar, writing poems, listening to music, and drawing people...." I glanced up at the girl that was talking. Amber. People called her Max, but I figured if I did talk to her every now-and-then, Id call her Amber. It seems more of a girl name. She so far seemed to do a lot of what I did, other than play guitar. I play keyboard. Self taught, too. One of the few things about me that I am proud of. Actually the only thing. Not the point though. "Writes poems? What kind of geek writes poems for fun?" I almost wanted to slap the kid who said that. I write poems, and IThe First Day-Pt. 3-DI


First Day Pt. 3-AM"Okay, students, welcome to Valley Parks. Every morning you are to report to this room for homeroom period. Today, we will go around the room and introduce ourselves." I perked my head up as I watched the teacher straining her voice over the rest of the students in the classroom. "Okay, we will start with the tall boy in the back corner." I watched Mrs. Brockmen with slight interest as she pointed to the boy exactly opposite of me. I turned to see him as he was quiet for a few moments, he didn't seem all that happy that he was here..well, of course, I wasn't happy that I was here either, I couldn't blame him. I thought for a moment about whatFirst Day Pt. 3-AM


The First Day - Part 2 - DIWhy do kids have to take so long at their lockers? I mean, I'm always one of the first into class. I guess it was a good thing because I got choice picks on seating. I heard a few kids laugh a bit when a girl stumbled into class. Knowing me, I didn't pay any attention, so I started drawing a picture. It was a guy and a girl holding hands and walking together. I have no clue why I wanted to draw that. I usually drew people being emo or something. I almost paid no attention to the teacher when she started, Ok, students. Welcome to Valley Parks. Every morning, you are to report to this room for homeroom period. Today, we will go around theThe First Day - Part 2 - DI


First Day Pt. 2-AMI suddenly remembered the locker number that had been assigned to me through mail once I had signed up for the school. Ya, I'm forgetful like that. If my memory hadn't come to me for that second, I would have probably been banging at my locker, pleading for it to open, as if I was begging for food or something. I took my backpack off and dug around, half expecting jungle noises to come out of it once it was opened. Pencils, pens, paper, notebooks, binders, folders, my guitar pick, my poems, drawings, and so many other things...I brought my guitar pick with me everywhere. It just made me feel comfortable for some reason, like how little kids mFirst Day Pt. 2-AM
Devious Comments
Oh, dear. I've rambled again, and even worse, I'm off topic!
Any way, love your story! Absolutely fantastic! XD
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