OK, so this is my little story thingy. this is the 1st part........i'll post more l8r. I just don't wanna post it all @ once. lol It's not the greatest.....but I got up one morning, had this idea, & wrote it. lol So here it is. Hope u like it!! Give opinions plz!!!

Logan Kitrey slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the clock. He was tempted to hit the snooze button for the 5th time, but decided against it. His mother would kill him if she knew that he was late on the first day of school. So he slowly climbed out of bed, and dragged himself into the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror, and smiled in spite of himself. His long brown hair was all over the place. It was all matted down in the front, but then it stuck up in the back, like a roster. It looked like a cat had sat on his head. He shook his head, slowly pulled off his clothes, and climbed into the shower. He closed his eyes, and let the water beat against his chest and face. He loved water. He wasn’t really sure why, he just did. He loved the sound of it, the feel of it, the taste of it. Everything about it was just so perfect. It was so amazing to him, that God could make something so spectacular. Water was something most people took for granted, but not Logan. Logan was different. He appreciated things that others didn’t.
After a few more minutes of standing there, enjoying the water, Logan soaped up, washed his hair, and, reluctantly, turned off the water. Climbing out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, and went to the mirror. Grabbing a comb, he wiped off some of the steam off the mirror, and ran the comb through his hair. When he was done, he reached into the bathroom sink drawer, and pulled out a bottle of shaving cream, and his razor. Most of the guys he knew that anything close to hair on their face, kept it there. They said it made them look more “manly.” But not Logan. He had tried to grow a beard before, and couldn’t stand it. Within three days of starting, he shaved it off. It itched him like crazy.
When he was done shaving, he quickly brushed his teeth. Smiling at himself in the mirror, he rinsed the toothbrush off, and headed into his room. He went straight for his closet, and, after a few seconds, grabbed a pair of blue jeans, and a light blue T-shirt, that had “W.W.J.D.?” written on it. Most 17 year olds would have spent much longer on their appearance, especially on the 1st day. But as far as Logan was concerned, it didn’t matter what was on the outside, only what was on the inside. If people couldn’t except for who he was, that was their problem.
He pulled on his clothes, his socks, and his shoes, grabbed his backpack, and headed into the kitchen. A piece of paper lay on the table. Scribbled on it was a note from his Mom:


[font=Courier, monospace]I’ll be home late tonight. Have a good first day!
Love,
Mom[/font]


Logan shook his head; she was always late. He opened the pantry and grabbed a pop-tart, and his I-pod, which was laying on the countertop. Turning it to DC Talk’s Jesus Freak, he popped the pop-tart into his mouth, and got ready to head out the door. But right before he opened it, he looked up. Taking the pop tart out of his mouth, and finishing chewing, he tilted his head up to the sky.
“All right, God,” he said. “It’s the first day of school. I’m really nervous, but I know that you’re here with me. Please give me the strength to get through today. And if it be your Will, let today be a good one. Thank you for all you do. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.” He nodded to himself, and took another bite of pop tart. “And thank you for making pop tarts,’ he added. “I don’t know what I would do without them.” Smiling, he opened up the door, and headed off to school......

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

I like it so far, Pip!! I laughed at the end where he said, "
And thank you for making poptarts. I don't know what I'd do without them." I can't wait to see where it goes.

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lol. thanks yea, i added that part b/c i wanted him to be a Christian, but fun to be around, 2.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Yes, I like how you did that. Like I said, I'm eager to see what happens next.

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"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."

lol. I could post the whole thing now, but i don't wanna bore u. besides, maybe it'll make it better than it really is if i make u wait. lol

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

No, you wouldn't bore me!! I would love to read more. Post more whenever you want.

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OK i'll post a little more. lol only b/c i'm dork

Ok, this is kinda longer....



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“Wake up, Wandy! Wake up! It’s time to get up! Mommy says ‘Get your butt outta bed wight now, mistur, or ewlse!’ Come on, Wandy! Wake up! I hafta go to pwee-stool!!”
Randy Finch groaned, and slowly opened his eyes, to see his little sister bouncing on top of him. “If you don’t get up, I’m gonna be late for pwee-stool!! Wandy!!!”
“All right, all right, I’m up, I’m up! Stop bouncing! Geez, what are you, national wake up call or something?” Suddenly Randy heard squeals coming down the hall. He turned, to see his 6-year-old sisters dart into his room and, to his dismay, onto his bed.
“Jacob says that there’s a monster in our room!!” Sara cried. “I’m scared, Randy!! Save me from the monster!!” she said, squeezing Randy tightly.
“Me too, me too!!!” Clara cried. “I don’t wanna get eatin’!!!” She also took to grabbing onto Randy.
“Get off of me,” he said angrily. When they still hung on, he shoved their hands off of him. “There’s no dumb monster in your room!!” he yelled. “Jacob was lying! Again! Why do you guys believe him? For God’s sake, get off of me!!” The girls got off, but looked at him with big eyes.
“Are you sure?” they asked. “Are you sure Jacob’s lying?” Randy rolled his eyes.
“Jacob is Jacob, what do you think?” he glanced, and saw that Karen was still on his bed, jumping. He angrily stood up on his bed. “What is the matter with you guys!?!? What don’t you get about PRIVACY!!! Karen, I’m up, OK? See, I’m up?? Now go tell Mom to take you to ‘pwee-stool,’ before I rip your head off!! Sara & Clara, there’s no monster in your room! Jacob’s a liar, and he’s just trying to scare you!!” Suddenly he heard a little voice.
“Hi!” Randy’s 1year old brother cried.
“AHHH!!!!! OUT!! ALL OF YOU, OUT NOW!!!” John started to cry at Randy’s big voice, and ran down the hall, crying ‘Mommy! Mommy!’ The girls all quickly jumped off his bed, and ran down the hall, too. Randy jumped off his bed. “And STAY OUT!!” he yelled, and slammed the door.
“Lord have mercy, what’s a man got to do to get some privacy around here?” he muttered to himself, as he went over to his closet. He pulled out an old hand-me-down pair of jeans, and a red T-shirt with “Vote for Pedro” written on it. He shook his head. “I just don’t understand what’s so hard about stay out of my room," he grumbled, while running a comb through his jet-black hair. He grabbed his backpack, and walked into the hallway. Karen came dashing down the hall.
“Dess what!! Dess what!!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down. Randy sighed, but decided to play along.
“What!? What?!” he also exclaimed, pretending to be interested.
“Mommy says in five minutes, she’s gonna take me to my furst day of pwee-stool!!!”
“REALLY!?!?”
“Yeah!!!”
“That’s so cool!!! Have fun!! But I gotta go to my own school, OK? I’ll see ya later!!”
“Oh tay!! Have fun at your pwee-stool, Wandy!!!” Randy shook his head.
“I will, kiddo, I will.” As he made his way down the hall, he could still here his sister, already telling the twins about her first day of ‘pwee-stool.’ “MOM!!!” he yelled, when he reached the door. “I’M LEAVING!!!” He didn’t get an answer, but he knew his Mom had heard him. Sometimes things were just a little too crazy around the house for anyone to even talk to one another. He sighed, as he shut the door. Sometimes he wished he didn’t have 10 brothers and sisters. Sometimes he wished he were an only child.
About half-way down the street, he saw Logan Kitrey, his best friend. He and Logan had been tight since 5th grade. They met, and had immediately become best friends. They were complete opposites. Logan was an only child, Randy was one of 11. Logan was quiet and shy, but very observant and intelligent. Randy was loud and outgoing, and always rushed into everything, without thinking first. But no matter how different they were, they were still best friends. Nothing could ever change that.
Randy smiled, and ran to catch up.
“Hey, Logan, my man!” he yelled. Logan smiled to himself. He knew who it was before he even turned around.
“What’s up, Randy?” he said, turning, and giving Randy a high-five.
“Oh, not much. Kids running all over the house like monkeys, like usual. Nothing but the norm. Can’t wait to get to school, and see all those chicks!! Maybe I’ll have a chance at some Jessica! this year!!” he put an emphasis on Jessica’s name, just like all the cheerleaders did, whenever they said it. Logan laughed.
“I wouldn’t count on it, dude.” He said. Randy frowned, and pretended to tear up.
“You stab a knife through my heart, man. Right through my heart.” Suddenly he smiled, and put an arm around Logan, as they continued walking. “So what about you, man? Looking at anyone this year?” Logan shook his head and rolled his eyes; he hated it when Randy did this. “Come on man, it’s not normal to never have dated your junior year.” Logan shrugged.
“What can I say? Maybe I’m just not your normal type.” Suddenly, he smiled. “Besides, Randy,” he said. “If I don’t date, then that leaves more girls for you.” A grin slowly spread on Randy’s face.
“You know, I like the way you think, man. I like the way you think.”

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

I like it even more. I love how they're such opposites, it's a good effect. Actually, I'm using it in one of my own stories right now. I'm beginning to see where this is going, because I believe you said this was a love story, right??

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"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."

lol. yea it is See if u can guess which one falls in luv.

& i like 2 use that effect. It's liek that in real life, 2. opposites attract.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Yep, exactly. And no, I have no clue which one will fall in love. (Jk)

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lol

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

yes, double posting, i know. but here's more!!!


K.C. sat on the stone steps to school, doing her nails. He skateboard lay next to her. She crossed her legs, and gently blew on the black polish. She glanced up, and saw two guys walking towards her. Logan Kitrey and Randy Finch. She rolled her eyes, and went back to her nails. She didn’t like either of them. Logan was a Christian freak-a-zoid, who was perfect. He was the kind of guy that every girl, except for her, of course, had a secret crush on. He was cute, she admitted. But he was such a Jesus freak. She rolled her eyes. And Randy was such a show-off. He was constantly cracking jokes, and sucking up. They were such an odd pair. She wondered how they even became friends in the first place. Shaking her head, she reached into her bag, and pulled out a mirror, to check her make-up. Her black lipstick, black eyeliner, and yellow eye shadow looked perfect. She nodded to herself, when the bell rang. She stuffed her skateboard into her shoulder bag, and stood up. She sighed. The first day of school. She hated the first day. She took a deep breath, and walked in.
Kids hurried all over the place. Freshmen wondered the halls, trying to figure out where they were going. Others greeted friends from a long departure over the summer. She walked straight to her class. She didn’t have time to reunite with friends. Not that she had any. K.C. was a loner. And she liked to keep it that way.
Her first class was Home EC. Her worst class. She’d already failed it, once. She groaned as she walked in. She was the first one in the class, which was good; she got to pick her seat. She walked to the seat in the far corner of the room, and sat down. Her long green cargo pants dragged against the floor as she walked. She sat down, and her red belly shirt rose up a little more. She only had to wait a few more minutes before people started pouring in, trying to get the best spots. She scanned the class. Jody Spencer, Michael Taffe, Eddy Jones, Lauren Smith, Logan Kitrey, Jessica Anderson. Ugh, she thought. What a WONDERFUL class.
Everyone quickly sat down, and the teacher walked in. Mrs. Sanders. She wore a simple white, tight-fitted T-shirt and a short, but not too short, jean skirt. All the guys thought she was hot, and all the girls thought she was “too cool.” But K.C. thought she was nothing but a blonde ditz. Oh yeah, this was definitely NOT going to be one of those classes she looked forward to.
Mrs. Sanders walked to the front of the classroom, and set her bag on her desk.
“Good Morning, class,” she said smiling. “My name is Mrs. Sanders, and I will be you’re Home EC teacher this year.” She smiled, and walked to the board. She wrote ‘Home EC,’ in big letters, and then ‘Mrs. Sanders,’ under it. She turned back to the class. “Now most teachers are probably going to go on and on about different things, and what you’re going to be learning, and what the subject is all about. Which is great. But quite frankly, we don’t have time. So we’re going to get right to it. For the first half of the year, the first two nine weeks, that is, we’re going to be doing a special little project, that you’ve probably heard horror stories about from the older students. But it’s really not that bad. In fact, it can actually be fun!” K.C. rolled her eyes. Mrs. Spencer thought everything was fun. “It’s called Teaching Kids About Marriage, or TKAM, for short. It’s a program that teaches kids what it’s like to be married. Everyone is going to have a partner, and they will be married for the next 18 weeks.” K.C.’s head shot up. She looked around the room. There wasn’t a single soul in that room that she would even dream of being married to. Mrs. Sanders continued. “Of course, you’re not going to pick your partners.” That got a bunch of groans from the class. But she went right on. “I’m going to draw the girls’ names from a hat. When I call your names, girls, and I want you to come up here, and draw a boys’ name from the hat. That is who you will be married to. Once everyone has a drawn a name, then you will draw from a hat the number of kids you’ll have, their ages, and their gender. You may name them later, on your own free time. After you’ve drawn a husband and children, then you will all take a personality test. The test will determine what kind of job you’ll have. You and your partner will have to get together after school, once a week, to calculate your expenses, and taxes, etc. Everybody understand? Then let’s begin.” She pulled a hat out from under her desk, and reached in. “Lauren Smith.” K.C. wanted to burry her head in her hands. This was like her worst nightmare come true. She didn’t want to marry anybody!! “Natalie Peterson.” Her heart beat rapidly, as she waited for her to call her name. “Jessica Anderson.” She took in a slow, deep breath. Calm down, K.C. You’re going to be fine. No matter who you get, you’re going to be fine. “K.C. Cole” She felt her heart skip a beat. She slowly stood up, and walked to the front of the room. She was as nervous as all get out, but you couldn’t tell it. Her face was as hard as rock, and as unreadable as one, too. She reached into the hat, and grabbed a piece of paper. She took it out, and slowly unfolded it. She read it to herself, and slowly felt her heart sink.
“Logan Kitrey,” she said.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

I like it!! Very well written. I can't wait to read more.

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thanks Arwen

How's ur story going btw?

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

It's going pretty well. I'm working a lot on homework for school right now, for my Honors English class, so I haven't had quite as much time. It's getting there though, bit by bit. Thanks for asking.

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Sure thing!! yeah, i hafta read a book for advanced english (i'm guessing that's wut honor classes r? ) but i've been reading TWOF (the wheel of time) series.......i need 2 start it soon. lol

PM it to me or post it when u want to!! I'd luv 2 read it!!

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."