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Story:
In the chemistry lab the three of us did nothing but argue. Lizzie thought that the trigger was the last day of school, since that would be when he was done with everything he needed to do. Miranda thought it the day we will but Alien Invasion, since it's about aliens. But me, I didn't know what to think. All I knew is I asked my friends for help and they turn on eachother on some probably solutions. I decided to end their quarrel.
"Lizzie! Miranda! Chill down!" I yelled as loud as I could, but they didn't hear me.
"No you're posibility stinks! It's not likely!" Lizzie yelled.
"Well at least mine has to do with aliens! Yours is just about the last day of school!" Miranda yelled back. I decided to do the one thing that would get them to be quiet.
I walked out.
Asking my so called friends to help me was a mistake. They didn't know the first thing about what I was experiancing, and they never would. All throughout free period I roamed the halls looking for something to do or someone to talk to. I saw Larry and decided to ask him about our English assaignment.
"Hey Tudge!" I called.
"Well if it isn't Mr. 'I think I can put my handprint with the space freaks'." Larry reataliated from a few months ago when Ms. Due came back and told all the eighth graders that their hand prints were going on the courtyard wall.
"Larry, that was three months ago, but that's beside the point," I paused to gather my thoughts. "What are we going to do for our English project. It seems interesting."
"Well I figured we'd construct a full scale model of an alien since we are studying Science Fiction next." Larry continued on and on about his plans for the project as I listened very carefully, interested.
I thought to myself. 'Could this be the trigger I wonder?'
"Listen Larry, great ideas, but I gotta go." I ran off back to the chemistry lab only to find that Lizzie and Miranda had stopped fighting and left. They left a note to me:
Gordo,
Listen we're really sorry we were fighting before about this trigger thing. We'll help you anytime you need it just not right now since Ethan has a new haircut and we're going to see it! Good luck with this alien thing.
-Lizzie and Miranda
"Great," I said to myself. "One-upped by a guy with a haircut."
Hye sorry it was so short! It turns out this story is going to be short too, I just dn't have enough ideas for it and I know exactly where it is going again, and how it is going to end, so it might only be like ten chapters total, but keep checking back for more updates! Review!
Story:
In the chemistry lab the three of us did nothing but argue. Lizzie thought that the trigger was the last day of school, since that would be when he was done with everything he needed to do. Miranda thought it the day we will but Alien Invasion, since it's about aliens. But me, I didn't know what to think. All I knew is I asked my friends for help and they turn on eachother on some probably solutions. I decided to end their quarrel.
"Lizzie! Miranda! Chill down!" I yelled as loud as I could, but they didn't hear me.
"No you're posibility stinks! It's not likely!" Lizzie yelled.
"Well at least mine has to do with aliens! Yours is just about the last day of school!" Miranda yelled back. I decided to do the one thing that would get them to be quiet.
I walked out.
Asking my so called friends to help me was a mistake. They didn't know the first thing about what I was experiancing, and they never would. All throughout free period I roamed the halls looking for something to do or someone to talk to. I saw Larry and decided to ask him about our English assaignment.
"Hey Tudge!" I called.
"Well if it isn't Mr. 'I think I can put my handprint with the space freaks'." Larry reataliated from a few months ago when Ms. Due came back and told all the eighth graders that their hand prints were going on the courtyard wall.
"Larry, that was three months ago, but that's beside the point," I paused to gather my thoughts. "What are we going to do for our English project. It seems interesting."
"Well I figured we'd construct a full scale model of an alien since we are studying Science Fiction next." Larry continued on and on about his plans for the project as I listened very carefully, interested.
I thought to myself. 'Could this be the trigger I wonder?'
"Listen Larry, great ideas, but I gotta go." I ran off back to the chemistry lab only to find that Lizzie and Miranda had stopped fighting and left. They left a note to me:
Gordo,
Listen we're really sorry we were fighting before about this trigger thing. We'll help you anytime you need it just not right now since Ethan has a new haircut and we're going to see it! Good luck with this alien thing.
-Lizzie and Miranda
"Great," I said to myself. "One-upped by a guy with a haircut."
Hye sorry it was so short! It turns out this story is going to be short too, I just dn't have enough ideas for it and I know exactly where it is going again, and how it is going to end, so it might only be like ten chapters total, but keep checking back for more updates! Review!