MY STORY
Chapter One
Every morning, I wake and ask myself what
would my day be like. Well, of course, there is no point of asking it because
it is so predictable. Same boring things happen to me. My life is boring.
Really, it is. I wake up at six in the morning, and it only takes me thirty
minutes to get ready and leave home and go to the bus stop. My bus usually
picks me up at six fifty and we arrive at school about seven. I don't live far
from school, in fact, I can walk it for about forty-five minutes, and if I run,
I can make it for thirty minute. Not that I'm really sure of the correct time.
But anyway, as I told you, my life is boring
or maybe it's just me that is boring. Okay, I'm the type of person who
daydreams a lot. I love daydreaming, and I can bet my ass that I can't pass my
day without daydreaming. Well, most of the time, I daydream about me, how my
life would be if I'm popular, have lots of friends, and have cool stuff. Not
that I'm really poor or friendless, actually I have SOME friends.
I usually hung out, well, let's see, um, hung
out with myself. Just me, myself, and I. Sometimes, I spend time with my
so-called friend. I think they just talk to me because they feel sorry for me
or they just want something from me. Okay, okay, okay, I'm wrong. They are not
my friends. Well, right now I consider them as my friends because they are the
only one talk to me at school (they hardly talk to me) Okay, let's just quit
this! All right, they are not my friends! Now, there. Happy? (I mean that in a
nice way) I'm a loner and the only people who like me in the schools are my
teachers and the librarians.
If you are reading this damn paragraph right
now, you probably thinking on what the hell is the point of my damn story. I am
so sorry for those cuss words but they seem necessary for the story to make it
believable (trust me, I don't really cuss ^_^). All right, I already told you
something about my life, and right now, you might be wondering what is the name
of the author of this damn (oops! there's that word again) story. Let me start
by introducing myself. My name is Britney Spears, he he he just joking. I'm
Rose DeWitt Bukater, and I am almost eighteen. I know my last name is unusual.
DeWitt is part of my last name and sad but true, I don't have a middle name. I
have to blame my mother for that. Anyway, I am the only child, and I live with
my parents in a small one-story house with two bedrooms, one small kitchen, one
bathroom, and tiny living room and very little front and back yard (I told you
I live in a small house).
Anyway (you would probably hear that word a
lot of times in my story. I'm just warning you in advance) let's get to the
point, okay? As I said in the first couple of paragraphs, I'm a loner (very shy
and likes to be alone DUH he he he). I spend my weekends and free time by
myself. Okay, okay, okay, I know you're really annoyed and want to get started
on the story. BUT folks, don't be mad at me because you are already reading the
story.
Stupid?
Yes.
Corny and bad story?
Probably.
What's the story about?
I have no clue.
Am I sorry?
Not sure.
Who is Jack Dawson?
I don't know! Well, I do in matter of fact!
But you're not supposed to know about him till later! Now I spoiled the story
for you. Okay, okay, okay, I give up. This story is a love story, believe it or
not. Satisfied now? If you don't like love stories, I should warn you to quit
reading my freaking story. This story will be about my feelings towards how I
feel about school, other people, life, and what really love means to me.
Well, that's it for now. Sorry! I know you
hate me. I have writer's block right now. And please stop calling me 'bitch'
just because my story stinks. I am just telling you what comes to my mind right
now. And thank you for reading the first part. If you want to read more,
clicking the link below might help. Bye bye bye! Hugs kisses ^_^