Holy crap I go to school with MS. TAYLOR!!

She's a little rascal. She yells at everyone! She jumps in every trash can she can find! She bounces off the walls all the time! If she's talking she believes she "has the air waves," and if anyone else talks...holy crap she will bite your head off. She almost snarls at you when you talk. She always has extremely long nails that are painted black and she always wears gobs of purple eye shadow on her eyes. I have a locker right next to her and whoowee! That thing is messy! If I had that thing I would have an anxiety attack! But, she knows where everything is! She's very frugal too. Instead of going out to buy real double sided folders, she uses the rejected construction paper from the art room. That is one cool thing that she does. She loves Paris as well! She talks about France all the time and constantly tries to talk to me in French. But, she is horrible at English!! She only passed freshmen year! I think she'd make a fantastic teacher when she grows up. She can use all the energy she has built up and take it out on her students! Maybe she should try another language though...Spanish maybe. No one wants just a French teacher. Except for the hermit girl Jordan who hides in the corner during Spanish class. She's a freak. 

Survival of Zombieland

I'm in my cellar..huddled against the cold cement wall, curled up in my fluffy, red blanket. I hear slow footsteps over me. Almost groggy sounding..I know they're getting closer and closer to finding me. Everyone but me was taken, but there still here. Oh...they're growling. That means they know I'm here. I grab my shovel and start hollowing out a tunnel. I'm about 3 feet in by now. I see light shining from the end..I see bright colors. Very rare from the dreary clouds that have covered the surface of my home. I climb into the light. It was a trap. They shined light where they knew I'd be. I thought I'd be the one to save mankind. I was not. They made it as slow and painful as possible because I was the last feast they would have for many, many years. I failed the human race..They won the war. 

The Life of Emily

Honestly I don't think that I would read the rest of my life. I like to venture onto something instead of knowing every little thing that's going to happen. I am a huge control freak, but when it comes to my life I don't want to know what's going to happen because it scares me way too much. I would reread the very last time I ever saw my pawpaw. It was so hard to see him get smaller and smaller as we went down the road and if I could I would read that chapter and any other time I spent with him a million times over. The chapters where I did the dumbest things I would definitely reread because I want to know what I was thinking when I did half of my life. 

The Teenage Tell-All

Adults these days do not know what they are talking about 85% of the time when they're talking about our generation. They don't understand that things have changed! They have a hard time understanding that mostly everything requires technology! We get it..back in the stone ages you used the dictionaries and encyclopedias. Now things are a little simpler..we use one word. Google. Also, they say that they went through the "same" things that we go through in high school. (I haven't personally gone through it but I know things are 20x harder.)  With technology there are so many ways to hurt people. It's pretty much impossible to get away from. So, these snobby butt adults need to pull the stick out and realize that we go through stuff too.