STORY

The characters in this story: Kay, Danny, Nikki, Karen, Victoria, Jade, Brian, and Mrs. Kabis, all live in the same apartment building in the center of New York City. April 26, 2012 I was sitting in history class, starring at Greg. That’s what I normally do while Mrs. Kabis, the history teacher, talks on and on about nothing. My brain is salubrious. I can hear something ounce and remember it for a life time. I don’t really need to pay attention. It’s pretty boring, right? Well that’s me! I’m as boring as boring can be, and ironically, I great up in the most exciting city in the world. That wasn’t a very good explanation of me, so I’ll try it again. My name is Kay Alde. I’m in ninth grade. This high school is a jungle and I’m at the bottom of the food chain. I am truly a loser. I mean seriously EVERYONE picks on me. Honestly, if I wasn’t… me… I would probably pick on myself too. Also there’s one word that describes me: sweatshirt. All I wear is hoodies. People literally call me “sweatshirt girl. My name is Kay, not “sweatshirt girl”. My mom tries to buy me nice clothes and girly shirts. She’d say, “Kay, you have a nice shape and a pretty smile, you don’t need a sweatshirt, for crying out loud. I’d still complain and take them back. Okay, I may burry myself in these sweatshirts, but it keeps me safe. I’m like a turtle! Besides the fact that their shells make them slow and inflexible, but at least it’s something to hide in, right? Anyway, this is where my journal begins and there are so many people in my life… Nikki: Fierce, protective, and super cool. No one ever messes with Nikki. She’s my best friend and I can depend on her a whole lot. Greg: Right now, the love of my life! He’s also my best friend. He’s class president and takes all the power to his head. I have never seen him seriously laugh at all. He’s also the school’s punching bag. Karen: Sweet, cool, popular, my good friend. She’s awesome. She hangs out with Victoria, but she still sticks up for me. She’s Brian’s girlfriend. Brian: Jerk… Danny’s best friend… and he’s a jerk. Danny: Creator of the name, “sweatshirt girl”. This guy hates my guts. He’s so popular, even seniors try to talk to him. EVERY girl is in love with him (it’s the exact opposite for me). He is also the richest person besides Victoria (his girlfriend). Trust me, I live in the same building with him, and he has the whole staff working for him. Although, he’s gorgeous, he has a flashing smile and the best hair EVER! Ugh, I really don’t like him, obviously. Victoria: __Mean__, popular, rich, and Danny’s girlfriend. She too hates my guts. Does that some it up? So back to reality, I was staring at Greg, when the bell rang. We all got up to leave. “Wait,” Mrs. Kabis said, “Kay, Nikki, Greg, Karen Victoria, Danny, and Brian come here now.” We all crowded around her desk. “Long story short,” She continued “you’re all failing.” Greg and I, as the geniuses we are, nearly shouted. “So to keep from failing my class, I have a suggestion. Every five years, the school sends at least six students to an island called Rocky Island for free. This island is located next to Hawaii and it’s beautiful. So, you have to go to at least three historical sites, write about them, and then you will interview an important person.” She smiled, “Or you can fail… pack your bags you’re leaving tomorrow!” We all flooded out the classroom, shaking. “I’ve been too focused on my duty.” Greg said, “I’m failing because of you all.” “You’re welcome!” Karen said. “No charge.” Nikki grinned. “I’m sorry,” I sighed, “You don’t deserve to fail, Greg.” Everyone looks at me, as we grabbed our lunches and walked into the cafeteria. I noticed a pile of sweatshirts at each table. Danny and Victoria were both standing on a table, with sweatshirts in their hands. “There she is!” Danny smiled, “Get her!” Everyone threw the dirty sweatshirts at me, knocking me off my feet. It hurt so badly but hey… this happens almost every month. I didn’t even care.
 * __Stranded Wtih You by Austin July__**

When I got home, I cried for about an hour. Mrs. Kabis said we were leaving tomorrow? Mrs. Kabis is crazy. I sat myself down with my parents and tried to explain. My mom is a doctor and an award-winning author and my dad is a lawyer and a psychologist. Of course they’re not going to have a failing daughter, so they helped me pack. I fell asleep in my parent’s room and tried my hardest not to cry.

April 27, 2012: Hold on to your life