MY STORY
Chapter Eight
Hi there! Sorry if I haven't write lately:
(Anyway, what's up? Nothing much here except I'm bored. …he he he...I'm boring.
Everything seems happening so fast for me.
First, I met Jack Dawson by a circumstance that almost killed me because of my
stupidity. Secondly, I skipped school for the first time! (he he he I know I'm
so naive) Finally, I had my first kiss.
Now, I'm wondering where would I go from
here? That line sounds familiar, eh? Well, if you're curious, it's from
Madonna's song You Must Love Me.
Anyway, I am serious right and you might be
thinking right now, yeah right. Well, to tell you the truth, I'm a
serious person but I don't sound serious to you because I let out my feelings
with this story and you think they are funny. HA! But right now really, I'm
wondering what's gonna happen to me.
Okay, I know I skipped a lot of details since
the last part of my story. Well, okay, to fill your minds, after I checked out
the book, which I already finished reading and I must say it's boring : ( The
author didn't write the details correctly and I noticed that same things
happened over and over. Well, I think I'm worst than that author. He he
he...who am I to judge another writer? I'm just as bad as she is, but anyway, I
just want to share you that.
Then, Jack and me went to the park. We talked
for like hours and we head back home. And no! We didn't kiss. Stupid me! Maybe
it was my fault and that will probably that last time I'll get a chance to be
with him. Man, my life is bad luck. My parents don't even know I skipped school
and hope they would never find out. 'Cause I know I'll be in big shit if they
find out.
Yes, my story is getting boring or I must
say, IT'S BORING, and I'm sorry guys. I always have writer's block but I keep
writing anyway.
I have something to tell you about my story.
Well, I'm so sorry again for writing this incredibly boring story. Yeah, yeah,
I know I keep saying same things over and over like the author I told you
about. Anyway, I told you that this story is gonna be a love story, right? But
it doesn't look like it, does it? And the, I'm also being unfair for not
writing a lot about my man Jack. Don't worry, he's always in my mind, day and
night, night and day.
And you think I don't know that you want to
steal my Jack away from me? Go ahead, try. BUT ha! No matter what happen, he's
gonna end up with me! (I hope)
Mu ha ha ha!
Go ahead. Slap me, bitch!
~slap!~
Oh come one! You can do better than that.
~slap!~
~A child can hit better than that, you know?
~slap! slap! slap! PUNCH!~
Ouch, okay. Stop it! That's not funny
anymore! That hurts, you know!
Are you happy now? Don't worry, slut, I'm a
hit you back later. Not now but someday!
Well, that's it for now or maybe the last
entry. Don't know really. Maybe I'll change my mind. OR I might not keep
writing my story anymore 'cause you keep ignoring me and make fun of my work.
I'm not even gonna say 'good-bye'. Don't know
really if it's the end. And one more thing, if you EVER copy my story or any of
poems that I wrote (even they sound corny), I swear I'm a hunt you down and
scratch you eyes out! Sorry for the cuss words!
~con amor~
Rose Dawson
What is love?
Is it like a flying white dove?
…he he he...that sound corny
'Cause it ain't funny
You suck in writing
Why you hating?
Does Jack love Rose?
Maybe the answer is right under you nose.