I'm writing a story for fun and i'm just wondering if its interesting so far. (be honest)
"...which is due the 23rd. Now before the bell rings I would just like to finish up the.." *RING* *RING*
The bell rang violently as the students franticly stuffed books and papers into there backpacks. It was friday at last and nobody had any intention of opening there backpacks again until sunday night. The hallways were suddenly flooded with people pushing and shoving there way to the front doors. Jack sat qietly at his desk waiting patiently for the halls to become deserted once again. He softly tapped his fingers on the desk as he watched Mr. Sanders gather up his papers.
"Ready for the weekend Jack?" asked Mr. Sanders suddenly as he placed his papers neatly in his breifcase.
"Huh? Oh... yeah." Answered Jack.
"Any big plans?"
"Yeah you know me," Jack stood up and pushed in his chair. "I'm full of big plans."
Jack hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders and made his way to the door.
2007-09-01
16:56:43
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He said his goodbyes to his teacher and walked out to the halls hoping they would be empty. He smiled and looked around realizing that he was alone in the usually packed hallways. His grin slowly faded. He raced down the hard stone steps two at a time trying not to slip as he had done too many times. He shoved the front doors open and sprinted onto the courtyard only to find the school busses slowly driving away. Dissapointment flooded Jack's thoughts as he sat down on the nearest bench.
2007-09-01
16:57:24 ·
update #1
"Damnit!" Jack yelled looking around making sure nobody was within earshot to hear him curse. But the only things around were the bright orange busses carrying comfortable kids to there even more comftorable houses.
Accepting the fact that he would once again have to walk home, Jack slowly stood up and ambled towards his well known shortcut through the woods. He didn't mind walking home, he just wished he could occasionaly catch the bus. He took his time walking, watching the grass crunch under his shoes as he took each step. The light dimmed as he made his way into the shaded woods. The grass turned into twigs and dirt while the sky turned into branches and leaves.
2007-09-01
16:57:37 ·
update #2
by the way i am 15 years old
2007-09-01
17:02:43 ·
update #3