Hot water 6

This is our story!

Our story begins the night before me we met Nick Kasye. The night before we met her we were drag racing when I mean we I mean Edward against the Debbie Josh gang. We just randomly like drag racing them. After Edward took the win we drove the Chevelle back to our house and popped open the alcohol cabinet and the Icebox we drank beers and shot whiskey to celebrate our win against the Debbie josh. After we got boozed it got really hot in the house and we decided to take a walk instead of taking off our clothes.

We walked until we got to the lot next to the Keith Kasye’s gang hangout house, a hangout house is where the gang is allowed to come in and eat that person’s food and sit at there kitchen table and watch there Tv. that was the Keith Kasye house we are able to hang there sometimes as well, so we decided maybe we could hang out there and stay the night. When we got to his driveway we thought that Nick was Keith but we looked at her again and realized that Keith didn’t smoke, we didn’t know it was her we have never seen what Nick Kasye looked like.

We tried to introduce ourselves but I guess when we are boozed we aren’t the nicest people in the world, and we don’t have the nicest rep in the first place. but she was scared of us even though she didn’t show it all that well. Edward took this to his advantage and decided to have some fun. When Keith came out to save her we thought it was his sister. I guess Keith didn’t remember what his cousin looked like because he called her a nice missy and saved her.

I guess we weren’t wanted at there house so we went home and stripped down and blasted our music an started dancing to Tyga Real Deal our theme song, we called the Debbie Josh gang over to our house, and we had a party after we put our clothes back on and open some windows so it wouldn’t be so hot in the house. Morgan Edwards girlfriend came over two. Her mixed will be High was the best thing in the world, she is more fun to hang around when she is high.

bad Decisions 1-4

Bad decisions

By kassandra peterson

M&M’s P.O.V

This is my notebook. (1)

My name is Makenna, you can call me M&M’s for short at least my brother calls me M&M’s, his gang refers to me as M&M’s, I don't really get to see the gang because I’m not in it. That was my brother’s call. At the time I guess I was only a second grader and he wanted to protect me, but our dad is abusive and is an alcoholic. He doesn’t show it when Nick Kasye’s around because he knows she would kill him if he ever touched sal or me and i have to put on a lot of makeup to cover the bruises. A lot more than a 5th grader should at least. I wear alot of black and long sleeves.

People at school, pick on me for the things I wear. Calling me Emo, or Hobo, but they don’t know what I’m covering, and if they did I wouldn’t have a home and me and my brother would be in foster care. I hate the way my life has turned out because my mom left when I was a baby and my dad does nothing but drink all the time. My brother is never around because he tries to avoid the family. I have taken on writing so I write everything down in a notebook that I call my diary or notebook and I write in it because I need character Ideas seens for my book and therapy when something makes me mad that day. My brother love’s that I like writing, he reads all of my short stories and supports me.

Sal tells me every night when I go to bed that he loves me and when he turns eighteen he’s going to report dad and adopt me and we would live in the house and live the way we had always dreamed about.

The life I always wanted (2)

The Life I always wanted was someone that doesn’t want to hit me if I did the slightest thing wrong. my dad is the worst when it comes to that, sort of things. I would be late for dinner and he would hit me across the face. Where my brother Sal sneaks in through his window where he cut the screen off so he can get in the window easier.

He thinks that he’s supposed to eat dinner with us but really our dad doesn’t care where in the heck he’s at, our dad even before he started drinking had never cared for Sal, he’s always paid more attention to me instead of him. In the life that my brother wants to get me he wants to pay attention the me and we would have a set dinner time at 6:30pm. My brother doesn’t know how to cook and I have started learning because my dad forces me to cook even when I don't want to, my dad doesn’t even know what I’m into and he never really care as much. I have never even seen my dad open up a book or read the newspaper.

The way I look (3)

Unlike my brother I have dark red hair that looks almost brown. I have pale brown eye color. I have a skinny figure because I do sports to keep myself out of the house as long as possible, that's why even on days I am throwing up I still go to school because I hate being at home. When I am at home I start making dinner eminently to get everyone in my house fed and out of my hair so I can write my stories. Every single night I text my brother when I got home from whatever practice of which ever sport I’m doing and then I tell him that I have went to bed and that the window to my room is open so he can say goodnight when he gets home.

My brother has yellow blonde hair and acorn brown eyes. They kinda start out light at the bottom and get darker in the top like an acorn. Him and I sleep with our door closed and locked because we have trust issues in our living situations. Him and I always have a small suitcase of things in our closet full of stuff just encase we have to get out of the house and stay out for awhile

My life at school(4)

Zack had been fighting cole for awhile all of his life to be exact, they had been rivals all of there life. As Zack was on his knees looking cole dead in the eye with no fear of the gun in  coles eyes and the raging madness that was screaming from him eyes. Zack mumbled the words I may not be able to beat you, even if we played a 100 more games, but i have a chance of beating you the 101st time, i’ll again and again. That was the last thing Zach had gotten to say, for those where his last words…

*bell rings*

“I hope you guys all had taken notes for there is a test tomorrow” said the teacher.

As I put away my notebook I got all the stairs the cold one the sympathetic ones and the ones that just don’t have an expression, this happens everyday, school was over for the day and I dont move classes all day and i hate my spot,  I hate the carpet that we have to sit on, I hate school in General. People always make fun of me because i have an obsession to zone out and write during class during recess and lunch to. That's why I don't have very many friends that and my brother has a reputation that gets around fast, so people are always comparing me to hime even know I am not him.

The walk home from the school to my house is the worst, I have heard horror stories from my brother about Nick Kasye and how she met the gang. She was unconscious with a dude named Kaden I think that was what his name was.  You get jumped by the east side rich kids, and were the north side hoods, there are west side hoods but there not actual hoods they just say they are so people fear them and don't discriminate them but hoods are pretty well hated around these parts.