CaliforniaWishes

I stood miniscule to the titanic building that lie ahead of me. It was a large school with glass walls at the top, and the sizes of the windows gradually shrunk, until you met the end, where I was, and all that's left is two sliding doors that are glass as well. I sighed and entered the building. What was to come? Who would I meet? Will I be popular, famous among these small kids, a star in school again? As I thought, I was greeted by a secretary who smiled and said a warm welcome. I listened to her every word as she explained the school system. Her large smile was one that was as wide as her eyes, almost literally grinning ear to ear, Her bl

Secrets-Bit 2 *Anyone can read this one* I was researching and reading short stories while watching my one-year-old brother. He was a precious thing and someone who brings a smile to my face even when I was at my worst, but this time was to get everything done. I heard him playing around with a few toys in his small toy box, which was really a purple diaper box. I sighed and turned around remembering me as a small child when my older brother watched me... I was always downstairs watching TV or on the computer. I always remember one night when I was lonely watching shows I didn't even like. I was tired and laying across the couch with a thin

It seems we live in a world surrounded by beautiful people, and the people more average, someone with crooked teeth or a bit over-weight, someone who has acne or someone who is just, well, regular, those people are called ugly, fat, and so on. This is a major part of this story and a depressing truth. The men were all drooling as she walked past. She had beautiful jet-black hair that fell in sheets and seemed surreal, like a brand-new doll, because of the perfection it brought along with it, the shine and sleekness. Her eyes stood out against her pale white skin, which were a beautiful hue of green. She had an hourglass figure and her overal

   Cali grunted as she opened the large jar that was supposed to be filled with her favorite spread, Nutella. She saw only the bottom was filled. Her butter knife wasn't very long, so she had to get her knuckles and fingertips messy with the butte-like spread. She scraped off the rest for the toast she burnt on one side, and distributed it on top of the burnt side to cover up the hard, crumbly, and strange taste. She took a bite, and she was satisfied with her job. With the simple feeling of being successful in something, as she wasn't much, she walked to the hypnotizing machine people call a laptop. She was supposed to write an essay, but sh