I sit there, watching everyone with ideas typing away. What to write, what to write. The clicking of the keys surrounds me, haunting my every thought. I need something to write about.
The assignment is due in three days, is it enough time, we'll see. I have writer's block, no ideas, nothing to inspire me. I look around, I see people, I see books, and I see computers. Nothing interesting here, unless you like cream colored walls.
My best friend already has a page written, and what do I have? Not even three paragraphs? Not good, at all. I look down at my computer; my celebrity crush stares back at me. Inspire me!
My First Try:
Brown hair, long, but not too long, framed his face. His eyes. They were a golden brown. I looked at them, and I was under his spell. His name was Justin, how could I resist him? His hotness was unbearable. He was hunk of burning love. Teenage girls throughout the town were in love with him. But out of everyone, he chose me.
Why?
Because I am super hot and totally irresistible? Nope. Because I loved him for who he was, not for his fame or success, but that was definitely a bonus.No, never mind. I don't just want to write about some boy I am hopelessly in love with. That will not do.
So I am stuck. No ideas. No inspirations. Nothing.
Usually I like to write poems, but the only topics for poems I can come up with sound like second grade works. A poem about snowflakes or rain surely won't do.
It seem as though I live in my brothers shadow. He is an amazing writer. He has won a Scholastic Gold Key as well asnew jersey ask test prep multiple essay contests. It is his passion, not mine. I love to write, don't get me wrong, it is just that I can't sit down and write something. I wish I could, it would make this assignment so much easier. Nevertheless, I am not my brother; I am myself. An independent person. Free to do what I please.
At least I got some talent with art. I might not be amazing, but I am better then he is. I guess that evens us out, he gets the amazing writer gene and I get the good artist gene. Too bad. I am at least going to try.
My Second Try:
I was a Monday afternoon. School just let out, and my best friend and I raced to the English Room. After going back and forth a few times, I make her ask to use the phone. She does, and Mrs. Fagglehaggen asks why. We look at each other, then to the floor, and back to Mrs. Fagglehaggen. Our response: "We need to call Taylor's mom to see if she's buying Jingle Ball tickets?"
It was the truth, and we didn't want to lie. Mrs. Fagglehaggen looked at us and said no. They will still when you get home, she told us. We weren't so convinced. These tickets have sold out within five minutes of being posted, how sure could we be? We suffered through two hours of test prep classes (our last ones ? and then ran home. Luckily, we got the six tickets we needed. I am not even going to mention the price because it was so extravagant, I am even ashamed to say I spent that much on one ticket.
You might wonder why we needed Jingle Ball tickets so badly. And, that it is a very good question. Well, we being teenage ginew jersey ask test preprls, we will do almost anything for a boy. So yes, this is for Justin Bieber, what else can I say? But we also want to see Taylor Swift, Owl City, Pitbull…the others. Though, Justin Bieber is the main reason. I have even emailed his manager, asking for backstage passes (no answer as of now) and tried to work our connections. Nothing yet.
And now, the day after we bought the Jingle Ball tickets, Justin Bieber is on Ellen. Now, online on the Ellen show's website, it says that in Northern New Jersey, where I live, it is on at three. So of course, the fact that we have sports till four is really a bummer. Taylor and I are going crazy coming up with how we can watch it. There ends up being no way, and as soon as we are dismissed, we run to Taylor's house. We are lucky that Taylor only lives around the corner from the school. It is just about four when she turns on the TV in her room. Wow. The show didn't start until four. How? I'm not really sure, but I looked online again, and I looked at the listings for NYC. This being the fact that we live fifteen minutes away from there. Ah! It says 4:00 there, so I guess that is where our TV signal is coming from.
12-13.
may I use it please?! I would like to use it for something I won't copy it verbatim just bits and pieces haha its clever
Early teens. It is superficial, perforated with teenage language and in no way concise. Quite badly written, really.
14, 15, 16?
13 or 14
15?
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