ok im writing a story and have major writers block. here’s what i got so far:

It was regular day. The snow had finally melted and it was warm. The lunch attendant, Mrs. Wentz, had let us eat outside that day. I had my lunch, a hamburger and sour cream and onion chips, and was looking for a place to sit in the grass. Then I saw him. He was sitting down and the sun shined down on his blonde hair. I stared at him, amazed. I would have noticed him before, so he must have been the new student, Eric Remzy.

“Bailey….Bailey….Bailey!!” my best friend Jena, who was standing next to me, yelled.

“What?”

“What are you staring at?” she asked. I gestured towards Eric and her jaw just about dropped.

“Who’s the hot guy all alone?”

“Must be the new guy, Eric.” I said. Then, as if he heard me, he glanced our way. I dropped my gaze to my feet shyly. I had never really been the girl that guys noticed. I was about 5’4 (kinda short) and had dark brown hair, almost black.

“Is he still staring?” I asked quietly.

“No, he went back to his lunch, you can look now.” I glanced up to make sure she wasn’t lying, which she did frequently. She wasn’t. Jena was prettier than me. She had straight black hair and always wore red lipstick, which I found useless. I only wore mascara. She had emerald green eyes while I had boring grayish blue. I tried to find an empty spot again.

“There’s one” I said, pointing to an empty spot by some oak trees.

“Perfect, and right by Mr. Hottie” Jena said happily.

As we walked towards the large oak trees, the new guy looked at me again, and again I looked at my feet. And because I was looking at my feet I ran right into this really snobby girl named Jaycce Reynolds. I fell to the ground and my lunch fell all over me. Hamburger juice and chips were in my hair and mayonnaise was all over my red shirt.

“Bailey! Are you ok?” Asked Jena

“Besides the fact that I’m all gross now? Yeah I’m ok” I got up and threw away the remainders of my lunch. Then Eric came up to me. I blushed and almost stared at my shoes again, but if I did he would probably I was dumb.

“Hey, I saw you fall over there. Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m fine” I mumbled

“I’m Eric” he said, holding out his hand.

“I’m Bailey.” I said, shaking it.

“Nice meeting you” said Eric. Then he walked off to his next class. I went to the front office and told the receptionist, Mrs. Cult, that I was going home early because I wasn’t feeling good, when really I just wanted to take a hot shower.

“Ok, get better soon sweetie” Said Mrs. Cult.

I walked home because it was a short way. I lived in the small town of Gilchrist, Oregon.
Gilchrist was by La Pine, which is by Bend, which I guess is by Eugene. It’s a very small town. It has a school, home of the Gilchrist Grizzlies, a small store, a video store, a bank, restaurant, and some houses.

I got home a few minutes later and took a nice long shower to get the meat juice out of my hair. When I got out of the shower I put on some clothes and got something to eat out of the kitchen because my lunch spilt everywhere. As I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I heard my dad come through the front door.

“Who’s there?” he called out.

“Just a thief steeling your peanut butter and jelly!” I called back sarcastically. My dad came into the kitchen and looked at my sandwich.

“Will you make me one of those? I’m beat.” He said, sitting down at the table.

“Sure” I replied, getting the peanut butter out of the pantry. I’m an only child and live with my dad. Well he’s not really my dad because I was adopted. I’m not sure who my real parents were. I never really wondered because Josh (the dad I live with) is really cool.

“Thanks sweetie” he said as I gave him a sandwich.

“Your welcome” I said, then I went into my room to do homework. I couldn’t concentrate though because I kept thinking about Eric. How his blonde hair shone in the sun, how his turquoise eyes sparkled as he talked to me. I shut my science book and went and lay down on my bed. I sunk into its soft comforter and curled up in a nice ball. I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up the next day to an annoying buzzing sound. A few seconds later I realized it was my alarm clock. I looked at the time. 6:30am.

“Ugh” I groaned. Then rolled out of bed and took a shower. After that I ate some cheerios for breakfast. I brushed my hair and teeth and blow-dried my hair. Then I but on my backpack and went to go catch the bus. But I had woken up late and got to the bus stop right as the bus pulled away.

“WAIT!” I yelled, but the bus drove away. I usually drove my red BMW but it was getting its headlight fixed after a nasty accident involving a telephone pole. So I stood there, freezing cold, wondering how I was going to get to school, when a blue Chevy truck pulls up next to me. The window rolled down showing the driver.

“Need a lift?” asked Eric, smiling.

“Yeah, I missed the bus.”

“Ho

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Need to find out a list of apartments in Springfield Oregon that accept Section 8……..Your help please!

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All i have is this so far:

It was regular day. The snow had finally melted and it was warm. The lunch attendant, Mrs. Wentz, had let us eat outside that day. I had my lunch, a hamburger and sour cream and onion chips, and was looking for a place to sit in the grass. Then I saw him. He was sitting down and the sun shined down on his blonde hair. I stared at him, amazed. I would have noticed him before, so he must have been the new student, Eric Remzy.

“Bailey….Bailey….Bailey!!” my best friend Jena, who was standing next to me, yelled.

“What?”

“What are you staring at?” she asked. I gestured towards Eric and her jaw just about dropped.

“Who’s the hot guy all alone?”

“Must be the new guy, Eric.” I said. Then, as if he heard me, he glanced our way. I dropped my gaze to my feet shyly. I had never really been the girl that guys noticed. I was about 5’4 (kinda short) and had dark brown hair, almost black.

“Is he still staring?” I asked quietly.

“No, he went back to his lunch, you can look now.” I glanced up to make sure she wasn’t lying, which she did frequently. She wasn’t. Jena was prettier than me. She had straight black hair and always wore red lipstick, which I found useless. I only wore mascara. She had emerald green eyes while I had boring grayish blue. I tried to find an empty spot again.

“There’s one” I said, pointing to an empty spot by some oak trees.

“Perfect, and right by Mr. Hottie” Jena said happily.

As we walked towards the large oak trees, the new guy looked at me again, and again I looked at my feet. And because I was looking at my feet I ran right into this really snobby girl named Jaycce Reynolds. I fell to the ground and my lunch fell all over me. Hamburger juice and chips were in my hair and mayonnaise was all over my red shirt.

“Bailey! Are you ok?” Asked Jena

“Besides the fact that I’m all gross now? Yeah I’m ok” I got up and threw away the remainders of my lunch. Then Eric came over to me. I blushed and almost stared at my shoes again, but if I did he would probably I was an idiot.

“Hey, I saw you fall over there. Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m fine” I mumbled

“I’m Eric” he said, holding out his hand.

“I’m Bailey.” I said, shaking it.

“Nice meeting you” said Eric. Then he walked off to his next class. I went to the front office and told the receptionist, Mrs. Cult, that I was going home early because I wasn’t feeling good, when really I just wanted to take a hot shower.

“Ok, get better soon sweetie” Said Mrs. Cult.

I walked home because it was a short way. I lived in the small town of Gilchrist, Oregon.
Gilchrist was by La Pine, which is by Bend, which I guess is by Eugene. It’s a very small town. It has a school, home of the Gilchrist Grizzlies, a small store, a video store, a bank, restaurant, and some houses.

I got home a few minutes later and took a nice long shower to get the meat juice out of my hair. When I got out of the shower I put on some clothes and got something to eat out of the kitchen because my lunch spilt everywhere. As I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I heard my dad come through the front door.

“Who’s there?” he called out.

“Just a thief steeling your peanut butter and jelly!” I called back sarcastically. My dad came into the kitchen and looked at my sandwich.

“Will you make me one of those? I’m beat.” He said, sitting down at the table.

“Sure” I replied, getting the peanut butter out of the pantry. I’m an only child and live with my dad. Well he’s not really my dad because I was adopted. I’m not sure who my real parents were. I never really wondered because Josh (the dad I live with) is really cool.

“Thanks sweetie” he said as I gave him a sandwich.

“Your welcome” I said, then I went into my room to do homework. I couldn’t concentrate though because I kept thinking about Eric. How his blonde hair shone in the sun, how his turquoise eyes sparkled as he talked to me. I shut my science book and went and lay down on my bed. I sunk into its soft comforter and curled up in a nice ball. I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up the next day to an annoying buzzing sound. A few seconds later I realized it was my alarm clock. I looked at the time. 6:30am.

“Ugh” I groaned. Then rolled out of bed and took a shower. After that I ate some cheerios for breakfast. I brushed my hair and teeth and blow-dried my hair. Then I but on my backpack and went to go catch the bus, but I had woken up late and got to the bus stop right as the bus pulled away.

“WAIT!” I yelled, but the bus drove away. I usually drove my red BMW but it was getting its headlight fixed after a nasty accident involving a telephone pole. So I stood there, freezing cold, wondering how I was going to get to school, when a blue Chevy truck pulls up next to me. The window rolled down showing the driver.

“Need a lift?” asked Eric, smiling.

“Yeah, I missed the bus.”

“Hop in.” he said, so I went to the passenger’s side
1. i was thinking that to. why doesn’t the dad wonder? i have to change that!

2. i never really thought of that.

3. she was at the bus stop and he drives by and sees her. i thought i made that pretty clear

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I stared down blankly and the blue lined paper, I had never felt so disgusted in my life. I had to use the last bit of paper to write a stupid report on why i hated the war.
The year was 1941, a time where food, money, brothers , and fathers were scarce
and blood, hatres, and violence were common. I was a fourteen year old girl whos only love was art , but with a sick mother and a five year old brother there wasnt time for much anything.
I measured my odds, I could draw a beautiful peice of art and hang it up and deal with Mrs.Mctons wrath, or could become worshiped by her and not have it to hang up on the wall.
I sighed an dbegan my paper..
OoO
I prodded at my potatoe It was burnt and disgusting, i looke dup from my plate where my baby brother Marcus inhaled his food down. Then he looked up to.
"Audrey"
"yes"
"ughm i-i-is-is John-John coming home?"
I sighed when John John died I told Marcus he was coming home, as in heaven, not to New York City.
"No Marcus, John-John dead he’s gone he’s not coming home."
"Oh"
"Audrey"
"what?’
"whats dead"
"dead is when you stop breathing your heart stops beating and you close your eyes and your sould goes to god"
Marcus was siliejnt he finsihed his food and walked away.
I picked up my plate of half finished food and sighed, cursing myself i discarded my food into the waste basket.
I walked to teh family safe the safe that used to be filled with money now it was empty extremely empty. I opened it up this was the money me and Marcus were left to survive on I counted on the money .15 i sighed. I walked to the grocery list to mark out what the couldnt get

Grocery List
Black eyed peas. XXX
Collard Greens. XXXX
Apples… XXXX
Potatoes
Eggs
I groaned more of the same, it wasnt fair that marcus and I had to grow up before our tiem or that i had to play mommy when i was but a girl.
I walked outside onto the apartment deck, it was my time my alone time where i could fall apart without anyone seeing especially Marcus. i check all the decks of the apartment to make sure nobody was there, this was somehting i learned when Mr.Mutton sall me cry and still trys to atlk to me about it. I put my head down into my head when i heard an apartment door open i looked over on the deck next to me. There was a boy there around my age he had jet black hair and green eyes and twizzler red lips.he was Was
"perfect" I said a little to loudly
"whats that now" He said in a thick english accent
" Ughm yoru the new boy" isaid hoping i was correct
"eye the names Eugene just moved here from england"
"oh my names Audrey I’ve always lived here" i said he smiled at me
"so ya go to school ‘roudn here?"
"yes right up there" I pointed toward 81st street
"ya like it?"
"i guess" i shrugged
"EUGENE DONNAGAN" a female english accent bellowed from the apartment.
"well got got go me Moms calling me nice to meet ya Audrey" He smiled and winked at me and walked off.
I sat back inthe whicker chair but this time ididnt fell the need to cry just sigh..
OoO
I lay in bed that night and thought i thought of Eugene the way he winked and smiled at me. Then i thought of Marcus how he wasnt living the life he deserved and yet he was happya dn always smiling and oemn of the kindest people I’d ever meet. Then i thought of Joh_)johmn my older brother and how at he young age of 15 he was sent to the raging war in Germany and was brutally shot do death witout deserving or expecting it. And then liek the fall of rain the tears came, and liek a kettle they poured out hot and fast i cried and shook in my bed for hours and thena gain like a kettle the tears went dry and i drifted to sleep.

This is the first chapter do you liek it how can i improved it im working ont eh secodn chapter would you read this book do you like it
UGHM TO THE PERSON WHOJUST COMMENTED THOSE ARE THAT DATES THATS WHEN THE WAR WAS GOING ON

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Prologue:

I heard a knock on the door of our small condo. “LUCY! LUCY FORBES! OPEN IT UP THIS INSTANT!” It was my deadbeat drunk of a father. Lucy was my mom’s name. I hoped she wouldn’t open it. My father was almost never sober. And when he was drunk, he was violent. I heard him kick down the door. I screamed, at the same time my mom did. She came running down the hall and scooped me up. She tossed me down the laundry chute before my father could see me. I was about the size of a loaf of bread at the time, so I fit easily.

I heard a bang, which vibrated the house. Then a scream, my mother’s. There was another bang, and then it was all silent. I sat huddled among the dirty clothes I had landed in and cried. I had heard those bangs down my street before. I lived in the “bad side of town” as my mother had so often referred to it. They were gunshots. The police would be coming any minute now, to check up on us. Our landlady would want to make sure no one had gotten any blood on her precious orange carpet.

I crawled out of the basket and sat on the wooden steps. I hoped the second bullet had been for my father. He didn’t deserve life if he had killed my mom. The basement door creaked open, and I saw the silhouette of a man, looming not ten steps away from me.

Annika woke up in a cold sweat, all of her blankets kicked off her. No, that wasn’t right. She didn’t have blankets. Charlotte and Eugene, her adoptive parents, had taken them away so that she would have a harder time sneaking out her window.

She mopped her forehead with her arm and sat up. Her alarm was blaring, but it was only four in the morning. She had chores to do, and breakfasts to make. Her adoptive parents had her up early in the morning and into the wee hours of the night. She was a slave in her own home. A modern day Cinderella. Except for, she didn’t need a Prince Charming to rescue her. She snuck off when her “parents” weren’t watching, and hung out with her friends from the orphanage where she had spent most of her life.

Annika slipped into her only pair of jeans and a holey sweater. Charlotte had never bothered to get her any new clothes. She assumed the ones she had worn last year were still just as good as when she had come from the orphanage. She had decided against sneaking out today, or the next day. Or even the rest of this week. She would instead, do the ridiculous chores she was assigned, like cleaning out the crawl space, or ridding the garden of aphids. If she was obedient for long enough they would forget about her. The punishments she earned from her few hours of freedom were delivered harshly and frequently, to remind her that her new “parents” were in charge, or just because they were bored. But frankly, Annika thought, freedom is most certainly worth it.

If you could summarize to me what happened, so that I know that it makes sense to you that’d be great! I don’t know if this makes sense to someone who hasn’t read the story I wrote yet, seeing as I wrote this after I was done writing the story.

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is REALLY worth reading? List your top five.

– Beowulf

Achebe, ChinuaThings Fall Apart

Agee, James A Death in the Family

Austen, Jane Pride and Prejudice

Baldwin, James Go Tell It on the Mountain

Beckett, Samuel Waiting for Godot

Bellow, Saul The Adventures of Augie March

Brontë, Charlotte Jane Eyre

Brontë, Emily Wuthering Heights

Camus, Albert The Stranger

Cather, Willa Death Comes for the Archbishop

Chaucer, Geoffrey The Canterbury Tales

Chekhov, Anton The Cherry Orchard

Chopin, Kate The Awakening

Conrad, Joseph Heart of Darkness

Cooper, James Fenimore The Last of the Mohicans

Crane, Stephen The Red Badge of Courage

Dante Inferno

de Cervantes, Miguel Don Quixote

Defoe, Daniel Robinson Crusoe

Dickens, Charles A Tale of Two Cities

Dostoyevsky, Fyodor Crime and Punishment

Douglass, Frederick Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass

Dreiser, Theodore An American Tragedy

Dumas, Alexandre The Three Musketeers

Eliot, George The Mill on the Floss

Ellison, Ralph Invisible Man

Emerson, Ralph Waldo Selected Essays

Faulkner, William As I Lay Dying

Faulkner, William The Sound and the Fury

Fielding, Henry Tom Jones

Fitzgerald, F. Scott The Great Gatsby

Flaubert, Gustave Madame Bovary

Ford, Ford Madox The Good Soldier

Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Faust

Golding, William Lord of the Flies

Hardy, Thomas Tess of the d’Urbervilles

Hawthorne, Nathaniel The Scarlet Letter

Heller, Joseph Catch 22

Hemingway, Ernest A Farewell to Arms

Homer The Iliad

Homer The Odyssey

Hugo, Victor The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Hurston, Zora Neale Their Eyes Were Watching God

Huxley, Aldous Brave New World

Ibsen, Henrik A Doll’s House

James, Henry The Portrait of a Lady

James, Henry The Turn of the Screw

Joyce, James A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Kafka, Franz The Metamorphosis

Kingston, Maxine Hong The Woman Warrior

Lee, Harper To Kill a Mockingbird

Lewis, Sinclair Babbitt

London, Jack The Call of the Wild

Mann, Thomas The Magic Mountain

Marquez, Gabriel García One Hundred Years of Solitude

Melville, Herman Bartleby the Scrivener

Melville, Herman Moby Dick

Miller, Arthur The Crucible

Morrison, Toni Beloved

O’Connor, Flannery A Good Man is Hard to Find

O’Neill, Eugene Long Day’s Journey into Night

Orwell, George Animal Farm

Pasternak, Boris Doctor Zhivago

Plath, Sylvia The Bell Jar

Poe, Edgar Allan Selected Tales

Proust, Marcel Swann’s Way

Pynchon, Thomas The Crying of Lot 49

Remarque, Erich Maria All Quiet on the Western Front

Rostand, Edmond Cyrano de Bergerac

Roth, Henry Call It Sleep

Salinger, J.D. The Catcher in the Rye

Shakespeare, William Hamlet

Shakespeare, William Macbeth

Shakespeare, William A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Shakespeare, William Romeo and Juliet

Shaw, George Bernard Pygmalion

Shelley, Mary Frankenstein

Silko, Leslie Marmon Ceremony

Solzhenitsyn, Alexander One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

Sophocles Antigone

Sophocles Oedipus Rex

Steinbeck, John The Grapes of Wrath

Stevenson, Robert Louis Treasure Island

Stowe, Harriet Beecher Uncle Tom’s Cabin

Swift, Jonathan Gulliver’s Travels

Thackeray, William Vanity Fair

Thoreau, Henry David Walden

Tolstoy, Leo War and Peace

Turgenev, Ivan Fathers and Sons

Twain, Mark The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Voltaire Candide

Vonnegut, Kurt Jr. Slaughterhouse-Five

Walker, Alice The Color Purple

Wharton, Edith The House of Mirth

Welty, Eudora Collected Stories

Whitman, Walt Leaves of Grass

Wilde, Oscar The Picture of Dorian Gray

Williams, Tennessee The Glass Menagerie

Woolf, Virginia To the Lighthouse

Wright, Richard Native Son

(List taken from College Board)

I need to start reading over the summer vacation in order to prepare for SATs and English III AP next year. I would really appreciate your input and OTHER ADVICE you are willing to give me to improve my reading/writing skills.

Thanks in advance!!!
I WILL CHOOSE BEST ANSWER

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ok here’s the story

It was regular day. The snow had finally melted and it was warm. The lunch attendant, Mrs. Wentz, had let us eat outside that day. I had my lunch, a hamburger and sour cream and onion chips, and was looking for a place to sit in the grass. Then I saw him. He was sitting down and the sun shined down on his blonde hair. I stared at him, amazed. I would have noticed him before, so he must have been the new student, Eric Remzy.

“Bailey….Bailey….Bailey!!” my best friend Jena, who was standing next to me, yelled.

“What?”

“What are you staring at?” she asked. I gestured towards Eric and her jaw just about dropped.

“Who’s the hot guy all alone?”

“Must be the new guy, Eric.” I said. Then, as if he heard me, he glanced our way. I dropped my gaze to my feet shyly. I had never really been the girl that guys noticed. I was about 5’4 (kinda short) and had dark brown hair, almost black.

“Is he still staring?” I asked quietly.

“No, he went back to his lunch, you can look now.” I glanced up to make sure she wasn’t lying, which she did frequently. She wasn’t. Jena was prettier than me. She had straight black hair and always wore red lipstick, which I found useless. I only wore mascara. She had emerald green eyes while I had boring grayish blue. I tried to find an empty spot again.

“There’s one” I said, pointing to an empty spot by some oak trees.

“Perfect, and right by Mr. Hottie” Jena said happily.

As we walked towards the large oak trees, the new guy looked at me again, and again I looked at my feet. And because I was looking at my feet I ran right into this really snobby girl named Jaycce Reynolds. I fell to the ground and my lunch fell all over me. Hamburger juice and chips were in my hair and mayonnaise was all over my red shirt.

“Bailey! Are you ok?” Asked Jena

“Besides the fact that I’m all gross now? Yeah I’m ok” I got up and threw away the remainders of my lunch. Then Eric came up to me. I blushed and almost stared at my shoes again, but if I did he would probably I was dumb.

“Hey, I saw you fall over there. Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m fine” I mumbled

“I’m Eric” he said, holding out his hand.

“I’m Bailey.” I said, shaking it.

“Nice meeting you” said Eric. Then he walked off to his next class. I went to the front office and told the receptionist, Mrs. Cult, that I was going home early because I wasn’t feeling good, when really I just wanted to take a hot shower.

“Ok, get better soon sweetie” Said Mrs. Cult.

I walked home because it was a short way. I lived in the small town of Gilchrist, Oregon.
Gilchrist was by La Pine, which is by Bend, which I guess is by Eugene. It’s a very small town. It has a school, home of the Gilchrist Grizzlies, a small store, a video store, a bank, restaurant, and some houses.

what should happen next? i have writers block!

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OK here it is is so far:

It was regular day. The snow had finally melted and it was warm. The lunch attendant, Mrs. Wentz, had let us eat outside that day. I had my lunch, a hamburger and sour cream and onion chips, and was looking for a place to sit in the grass. Then I saw him. He was sitting down and the sun shined down on his blonde hair. I stared at him, amazed. I would have noticed him before, so he must have been the new student, Eric Remzy.

“Bailey….Bailey….Bailey!!” my best friend Jena, who was standing next to me, yelled.

“What?”

“What are you staring at?” she asked. I gestured towards Eric and her jaw just about dropped.

“Who’s the hot guy all alone?”

“Must be the new guy, Eric.” I said. Then, as if he heard me, he glanced our way. I dropped my gaze to my feet shyly. I had never really been the girl that guys noticed. I was about 5’4 (kinda short) and had dark brown hair, almost black.

“Is he still staring?” I asked quietly.

“No, he went back to his lunch, you can look now.” I glanced up to make sure she wasn’t lying, which she did frequently. She wasn’t. Jena was prettier than me. She had straight black hair and always wore red lipstick, which I found useless. I only wore mascara. She had emerald green eyes while I had boring grayish blue. I tried to find an empty spot again.

“There’s one” I said, pointing to an empty spot by some oak trees.

“Perfect, and right by Mr. Hottie” Jena said happily.

As we walked towards the large oak trees, the new guy looked at me again, and again I looked at my feet. And because I was looking at my feet I ran right into this really snobby girl named Jaycce Reynolds. I fell to the ground and my lunch fell all over me. Hamburger juice and chips were in my hair and mayonnaise was all over my red shirt.

“Bailey! Are you ok?” Asked Jena

“Besides the fact that I’m all gross now? Yeah I’m ok” I got up and threw away the remainders of my lunch. Then Eric came up to me. I blushed and almost stared at my shoes again, but if I did he would probably I was dumb.

“Hey, I saw you fall over there. Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m fine” I mumbled

“I’m Eric” he said, holding out his hand.

“I’m Bailey.” I said, shaking it.

“Nice meeting you” said Eric. Then he walked off to his next class. I went to the front office and told the receptionist, Mrs. Cult, that I was going home early because I wasn’t feeling good, when really I just wanted to take a hot shower.

“Ok, get better soon sweetie” Said Mrs. Cult.

I walked home because it was a short way. I lived in the small town of Gilchrist, Oregon.
Gilchrist was by La Pine, which is by Bend, which I guess is by Eugene. It’s a very small town. It has a school, home of the Gilchrist Grizzlies, a small store, a video store, a bank, restaurant, and some houses.

I got home a few minutes later and took a nice long shower to get the meat juice out of my hair. When I got out of the shower I put on some clothes and got something to eat out of the kitchen because my lunch spilt everywhere. As I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I heard my dad come through the front door.

“Who’s there?” he called out.

“Just a thief steeling your peanut butter and jelly!” I called back sarcastically. My dad came into the kitchen and looked at my sandwich.

“Will you make me one of those? I’m beat.” He said, sitting down at the table.

“Sure” I replied, getting the peanut butter out of the pantry. I’m an only child and live with my dad. Well he’s not really my dad because I was adopted. I’m not sure who my real parents were. I never really wondered because Josh (the dad I live with) is really cool.

“Thanks sweetie” he said as I gave him a sandwich.

“Your welcome” I said, then I went into my room to do homework. I couldn’t concentrate though because I kept thinking about Eric. How his blonde hair shone in the sun, how his turquoise eyes sparkled as he talked to me. I shut my science book and went and lay down on my bed. I sunk into its soft comforter and curled up in a nice ball. I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up the next day to an annoying buzzing sound. A few seconds later I realized it was my alarm clock. I looked at the time. 6:30am.

“Ugh” I groaned. Then rolled out of bed and took a shower. Then I put on my clothes, wh which consisted of my favorite pair of jeans an a black t-shirt. After that I ate some cheerios for breakfast. I brushed my hair and teeth and blow-dried my hair. Then I but on my backpack and went to go catch the bus. But I had woken up late and got to the bus stop right as the bus pulled away.

“WAIT!” I yelled, but the bus drove away. I usually drove my red BMW but it was getting its headlight fixed after a nasty accident involving a telephone pole. So I stood there, freezing cold, wondering how I was going to get to school, when a blue Chevy truck pulls up next to me. The window rolled down showing the driver.

“Need a lift?” asked Eric, smiling

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On the 8/1 show with Smackdown/ECW he defeated Ricky Ortiz, and backstage really liked the match and so they are going to carry it to Friday Night Smackdown and Eugene will make his re-debut against Ricky Ortiz, so Eugene does return to the Main Roster after signing a deal with WWE when Nick Dinsmore(Eugene) was in Orlando for the Raw show.

What do you think?
I don’t know, but I just saw him on the report and that he is returning on the Augest 7th episode of Smackdown under the Eugene name, but it would be great for him to have a seriuos man gimmick

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do u like the return of Eugene, he fought in a house show with ricky ortiz

ps PG era sux

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