Disclaimer: I don't own Race, or any other newsies. If I did, that movie
would be so much more interesting. ;)
4/19/04
Uh.....hi. This is really weird. I am really not the type of guy to keep a journal/diary/whatever, but we're required to do it for English class. Thank god my teacher's not reading them. Of course, I could just make up a bunch of bullshit for it, but my mom wants me to actually do this. She says it'd be "good for me". *sigh* Mothers.
Oh god, this is hard. I'm not the type of guy who likes to discuss "feelings" and "emotions" and all that happy crap. But hey, gotta start somewhere. Well, first off, my name is Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins, and I'm 16 years old. I live in Los Angeles, California, and I go to Roosevelt High School. It's a pretty big school, which is good, since I was able to find a bunch of friends amidst all the dumbasses here. I just moved here last year.
My friends? Well, it's a pretty big group, I guess, but the people I mainly hang out with, my best friends, are Jack Kelly, Dan "Spot" Turner, Ben "Mush" Lohman, Zach "Kid Blink" Girard, Devon "Specs" Marvin, and Bob "Skittery" Vine. But don't ever call us by our real names. We'll definitely soak ya. I mainly consider Jack to be my "best" friend. After all, he lives right next door, and he was the first person I ever became friends with in this town. But even so, all my friends are awesome. Everyone else in our class pretty much sucks. Oh well. I don't need anyone else.
Now onto my family. Well, there's my mom, who can be a little tiny bit over- protective, but she's cool. My dad's the funny guy in the family. You name any situation, and he'll make it a game. My younger sister, Morgan, is 9, and thinks she knows everything. And I mean everything! She's a real pain- in-the-butt. But that's the whole point of little sisters, isn't it? I used to have a brother...Jake. He was the best. But he died three years ago in a car accident, at age 10. I still think about him a lot, and what he'd be like today, if he were still alive. God, he was such a great kid. Aw, shit, my mom's calling me for supper. More later, maybe. ************************************************
Waahh.....I know, it sucks, but that was just an intro! Don't kill me, it's the first fan-fiction I've ever written! Gah! More sometime within the next couple days.
4/19/04
Uh.....hi. This is really weird. I am really not the type of guy to keep a journal/diary/whatever, but we're required to do it for English class. Thank god my teacher's not reading them. Of course, I could just make up a bunch of bullshit for it, but my mom wants me to actually do this. She says it'd be "good for me". *sigh* Mothers.
Oh god, this is hard. I'm not the type of guy who likes to discuss "feelings" and "emotions" and all that happy crap. But hey, gotta start somewhere. Well, first off, my name is Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins, and I'm 16 years old. I live in Los Angeles, California, and I go to Roosevelt High School. It's a pretty big school, which is good, since I was able to find a bunch of friends amidst all the dumbasses here. I just moved here last year.
My friends? Well, it's a pretty big group, I guess, but the people I mainly hang out with, my best friends, are Jack Kelly, Dan "Spot" Turner, Ben "Mush" Lohman, Zach "Kid Blink" Girard, Devon "Specs" Marvin, and Bob "Skittery" Vine. But don't ever call us by our real names. We'll definitely soak ya. I mainly consider Jack to be my "best" friend. After all, he lives right next door, and he was the first person I ever became friends with in this town. But even so, all my friends are awesome. Everyone else in our class pretty much sucks. Oh well. I don't need anyone else.
Now onto my family. Well, there's my mom, who can be a little tiny bit over- protective, but she's cool. My dad's the funny guy in the family. You name any situation, and he'll make it a game. My younger sister, Morgan, is 9, and thinks she knows everything. And I mean everything! She's a real pain- in-the-butt. But that's the whole point of little sisters, isn't it? I used to have a brother...Jake. He was the best. But he died three years ago in a car accident, at age 10. I still think about him a lot, and what he'd be like today, if he were still alive. God, he was such a great kid. Aw, shit, my mom's calling me for supper. More later, maybe. ************************************************
Waahh.....I know, it sucks, but that was just an intro! Don't kill me, it's the first fan-fiction I've ever written! Gah! More sometime within the next couple days.