Hello guys. I am back for about weeks or months now. It has been exciting to go on trips and everything. My school has tons of good things to do, so I kinda got bored into writing. But so here is is!
Chapter 1
10th grade is pretty rockin easy. But Brick and Butch still haven't come back to where we live. Their schools were very different, both of them have schools that includes bedrooms-like a foster school I guess? Oh! Or College.
Mojo lives with me. Our house has two stories, and I sleep on the second floor. My bedroom have blue walls, a very tiny bookcase next to my closet, a brown wooden desk near my bed, a bed with a soft pillow and a blue mattress, and toys down under my bed.
I don't really have a lot in my room. My desk is filled with math, reading, writing, art, science, history or geography, and courses books. I have a mini laptop, and I wish I could communicate with my brothers...
But when we were in Middle School, I still had my brothers with me. But guess what? Brick liked Evan, he thinks he is a regular kid-who doesn't even ask a parent whatever he wants-and that is a good thing. Butch didn't like Evan, and what he does is kick his butt.
Whenever I go outside to play any sports-or just watch my brother Butch, I see Evan bringing a baseball bat and a baseball with him to the baseball field. I see him everywhere, and one time I tried to punch him to stop showing up all around! But I couldn't do that.
"DIIIINNNG!" My clock rang in front of my ears, I was sleeping. It was 4:30, and I usually wake up at this time for High School. I did everything in the morning, and hurried downstairs to take my breakfast into my mouth.
Then I rushed outside of our house, into the sidewalks, into the streets, and into the school fence. I don't fly anymore, because I didn't want Evan to know I have powers-he will start hanging out with me again.
First class started, Algebra I. I wonder what Brick could have...
While I was opening my locker for first period (whihc only 2 minutes before it starts), everything fell down to the floor from my locker. I was holding two heavy notebooks, and I didn't want anybody to help me. Then I spotted Bubbles.
"Need help?" She asked, and knelt down to pick up one of my books and folders. She placed them inside my locker, and stared inside. Inside were notes and letters from people-mostly Evan from 9th grade. I still haven't thrown them away, and I placed it into my 10th grade locker to make it look better. I see a lot of people decorate their lockers like that.
"Evan?" Bubbles took the note out, and read all over it. "Did you reply back to him? This is one year ago..." You would wonder why she was asking these, because she also tends to be friends with him.
"Yeah, sure I did," I lied, even though I never replied back to him once before. "But he kept on making notes like that-"
"No, he didn't. He said you don't even talk to him anymore!" Bubbles yelled, now I have to escape out of her.
"Yes, but I could in letters," I lied to her once again.
Bubbles rolled her eyes, "Okay, let me tell him that if you did."
Shut up Bubbles! Why did you have to bring this stupid conversation up about him? Why did you even have to help me? I didn't even say yes to tell you you could! And stupid me, why did I even have to put that stupid sticky note up in my locker anyway?
I ran to first period, and was there just in time. The bell rang.
Hello peeps. I have to stop writing chapte one now, because I have to go somewhere outside to eat! I think this chapter wasn't that exciting, wasn't it?
But bye, I have to go! Hope you enjoy!