I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another hari in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much lebih serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of anda who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew. That just about made zero sense. Okay, I have to be going now to take the first scene. Wish me luck. My brother Darren is going to be menulis for me.
hey guys I'm Darren. Whassup? I'm going to type up her lines here, even though I do not want to. Here goes.
(The King): Come along now Syria, we don't want to be late for the royal banquet tonight.
Syria: Alright!!! No need to yell. (mutters) He just wants to be the stupid boss of me, and I hate that. Rules to follow each day, a code to stick to, why can't I just be myself. That's who I really want to be.
(The King): Guards, go to the door and stand watch. Your queen will be coming along with me to the royal banquet, and I do not want anything to be misplaced. Especially not my engagement ring. Understood?
Head Guard: Yessir.
(The King): Alright then.
Syria: Daddy, I thought anda berkata that anda didn't like bossing people around and bragging. Well, as far as I see, that's what anda are doing now, only worse.
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People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew. That just about made zero sense. Okay, I have to be going now to take the first scene. Wish me luck. My brother Darren is going to be menulis for me.
hey guys I'm Darren. Whassup? I'm going to type up her lines here, even though I do not want to. Here goes.
(The King): Come along now Syria, we don't want to be late for the royal banquet tonight.
Syria: Alright!!! No need to yell. (mutters) He just wants to be the stupid boss of me, and I hate that. Rules to follow each day, a code to stick to, why can't I just be myself. That's who I really want to be.
(The King): Guards, go to the door and stand watch. Your queen will be coming along with me to the royal banquet, and I do not want anything to be misplaced. Especially not my engagement ring. Understood?
Head Guard: Yessir.
(The King): Alright then.
Syria: Daddy, I thought anda berkata that anda didn't like bossing people around and bragging. Well, as far as I see, that's what anda are doing now, only worse.
-----------------------TO BE CONTINUED------------------
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of artis turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in tampil business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived oleh his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived oleh his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! anda always end up like this. Maybe anda should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face atau back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! anda always end up like this. Maybe anda should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face atau back. Not me!
Please e-mail me atau comment. Tell me if anda like this segment atau not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.