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Now, if you were expecting some sad, super fake sounding story, I don't know what to tell you. This is an authentic story, the story of me. Yes, it might be sad at times, but this all really happened. My life has been pretty hectic thus far, I hate being a teenager. It was better when I was just starting off, a fledgling of sorts. My childhood self. I have to tell somebody about my life, otherwise I might forget some ultra-important detail. I probably should have started this sooner, but here we are, here, and now. This is the story of Jannet Cooper, and how she came to be who she is now. 15
My mother would always describe me as if I was a model. She says I have the most beautiful dark brown eyes, the freckles on my cheeks make them look …show more content…
She is amazing at it. She is a really talented person, and I was happy she accepted me into her social circle.
Haven is the kindest person I have ever met. She was kind of like the person that just needed other people to be around. I'm not trying to be mean, but she just wanted to be around us. Whenever I would stay behind the group to hold the door, she would be the only one to say, “Thank you!” with a smile, and lots of meaning behind it. It always made my day.
But my best friend was actually a boy. His name is Brendan Parkour. In a lot of ways, we are alike. We both have freckles, and brown eyes and hair. Though his hair is a little redder than mine. He's also six three.We both love anything academic, we took accelerated math, english, and science classes in part because of each other. I was glad he was there to help encourage me, challenge me.
We have known each other since we were babies. My parents would babysit him whenever his parents, Sandra and Tent Parkour, couldn't watch him, and they would watch me from time to time.
But we knew each other too well to LIKE like one another. The other girls I would hang out with would tease me about it. You know, the “Ooooh!” whenever we would walk by together. Brendan’s friends would look at us and misciviously smile. I believe they would both think the same …show more content…
“Why does everyone stay in your room?”
“It's more home-like.” That was such a Brendan answer.
That was where the conflict of the night rose up. There were only two, king-sized beds in Brendan's room. Two of us had to sleep together, in the same bed. Why doesn't one of you sleep on the floor? you ask. I was going to, but Brendan stopped me. Then Brendan was going to, but I stopped him. Maxwell never volunteered. I suspect he wanted to, but just didn't have the courage. It took a while to settle, but Brendan and I ended up sleeping in his bed. Talk about awkward, for Maxwell.
I bet he feels like a third wheel. I feel bad for him. All the sudden a girl shows up at your friends house and takes your friend away from you. I didn't mean to, but he's my friend too, ya know.
I got ready and in my black shorts and black spaghetti strap top that I use as pajamas, then went back into the room. Luckily Brendan has a suite, so I didn't have to risk exposure. Walking from a bathroom back to his bedroom would be too risky. When I went back in the two boys were being boys. Luckily I am stealthy, able to sneak around in plain sight. I heard the whole conversation, until they noticed
Now, if you were expecting some sad, super fake sounding story, I don't know what to tell you. This is an authentic story, the story of me. Yes, it might be sad at times, but this all really happened. My life has been pretty hectic thus far, I hate being a teenager. It was better when I was just starting off, a fledgling of sorts. My childhood self. I have to tell somebody about my life, otherwise I might forget some ultra-important detail. I probably should have started this sooner, but here we are, here, and now. This is the story of Jannet Cooper, and how she came to be who she is now. 15
My mother would always describe me as if I was a model. She says I have the most beautiful dark brown eyes, the freckles on my cheeks make them look …show more content…
She is amazing at it. She is a really talented person, and I was happy she accepted me into her social circle.
Haven is the kindest person I have ever met. She was kind of like the person that just needed other people to be around. I'm not trying to be mean, but she just wanted to be around us. Whenever I would stay behind the group to hold the door, she would be the only one to say, “Thank you!” with a smile, and lots of meaning behind it. It always made my day.
But my best friend was actually a boy. His name is Brendan Parkour. In a lot of ways, we are alike. We both have freckles, and brown eyes and hair. Though his hair is a little redder than mine. He's also six three.We both love anything academic, we took accelerated math, english, and science classes in part because of each other. I was glad he was there to help encourage me, challenge me.
We have known each other since we were babies. My parents would babysit him whenever his parents, Sandra and Tent Parkour, couldn't watch him, and they would watch me from time to time.
But we knew each other too well to LIKE like one another. The other girls I would hang out with would tease me about it. You know, the “Ooooh!” whenever we would walk by together. Brendan’s friends would look at us and misciviously smile. I believe they would both think the same …show more content…
“Why does everyone stay in your room?”
“It's more home-like.” That was such a Brendan answer.
That was where the conflict of the night rose up. There were only two, king-sized beds in Brendan's room. Two of us had to sleep together, in the same bed. Why doesn't one of you sleep on the floor? you ask. I was going to, but Brendan stopped me. Then Brendan was going to, but I stopped him. Maxwell never volunteered. I suspect he wanted to, but just didn't have the courage. It took a while to settle, but Brendan and I ended up sleeping in his bed. Talk about awkward, for Maxwell.
I bet he feels like a third wheel. I feel bad for him. All the sudden a girl shows up at your friends house and takes your friend away from you. I didn't mean to, but he's my friend too, ya know.
I got ready and in my black shorts and black spaghetti strap top that I use as pajamas, then went back into the room. Luckily Brendan has a suite, so I didn't have to risk exposure. Walking from a bathroom back to his bedroom would be too risky. When I went back in the two boys were being boys. Luckily I am stealthy, able to sneak around in plain sight. I heard the whole conversation, until they noticed