Okay, no I don't hate Newsies and no I don't plan on going to either of those colleges and yes, I suck at making up names. I hope you liked it though!!
I sat at my desk, playing with the Baoding Iron Balls I had gotten from my parents before they died. Yes, that's what I said: they died. Opening my life to the hellhole it is now, lovely huh? I should probably introduce myself . . . hi, my name's Isabelle Christine Johnson and I'm sixteen. I live with my foster parents: Jane and Adam Hallaware, who don't really give a shit about me and hate my guts but whatever, I really couldn't care less. My plan is to graduate high school and go to College of Santa Fe or Brooklyn College; probably majoring in something to do with writing, cause it's practically my life and the only thing I'm good at. Well at least I think. Pretty much, all I want to do is get the hell away from here.
So anyway, back to the before, I was thinking about what else I could do to put off doing my homework but when I looked at my planner, all I had was film appreciation. I sighed, taking the DVD out of my backpack and put it into the DVD player. Why Mrs. Pennystein was making us watch Newsies, I did not know but from what I had heard about the movie, it didn't seem very appealing.
But boy, was I wrong . . .