I dredge up when we had all met. It was humid and drizzling. You could see fog on the windows of the classroom, not allowing the wanderers to use their imagination of when the bell rings. Sixth grade was the first year of middle school and only my following here. I had lived in Virginia, California, Utah, Colorado, Michigan, Louisiana, and now here in New Jersey. I was surrendered to an orphanage at the age of one. My mom had just broken up with her boyfriend of five years and was too upset to take care of a child. One of the social workers had known my mother and stated that she had been here two years before me. I still to this day don’t know why she could not just come straight out and tell me. I am not very intelligent but I am not stupid. I could never tell my friends this.
The first person I had met was Tyler; Tilly. She had long brown hair with piercing green eyes. She had been in a deep sensation for sports. In other words, an intensive tomboy. She likes swimming, soccer, volleyball, skateboarding, and dancing. And her brothers, DyIan and Lenny. She said her parents split when she was young, but I had never seen her mother before. I feel we are the closest.
Angel is part Asian and very pretty. Don’t get me incorrect, every one of us are gorgeous, but Angel is the model type. Her long black hair and empty eyes gave me chills at moments. She is the one that is too nice. I have a feeling something isn’t right with her and that worries me. Maybe that’s because she is the shy one. Her modest sister, Aleah, is very adorable and looks just like Angel! Her obsession is tennis, softball, and cleaning. I would classify her as a clean freak.
If I had a least favorite of the group, it would be Samantha. She is the one who is obsessed with herself because she is an only child. She is the oldest and acts like she is it all. She is who everyone wants to be, rich, preppy, fake, and skinny, at the time that is. She is very selfconcious but doesn’t dare let a soul know that. She is the one that would make you place your groundbreaking new jacket down so she wouldn’t get her shoes dirty. It is always about her.
Aurora but known as Rory. She was the new girl in sixth grade and no well loved girl would be caught dead with someone that is not exactly like them. She came from South Orange and knew every terrible word in the book. She was the gangster of our grade. I’ve never been yet seen her house. Her dream is dancing, dancing, and dancing. I knew she loved it more than anything yet I never understood how someone could have a passion for moving your body.
It is just the beginning of it, not a whole tale. I am just wondering about the vocabulary/wording of the sentences

Softball Stuff

Bestselling Turf Shoes

	Mizuno Women's Finch Franchise G3 Softball Cleat	$40.00
	Mizuno Men's 9-Spike Franchise 6 Mid Baseball Cleat	$50.00
	New Balance 4040 Baseball Cleat (Little Kid/Big Kid)	$42.95
	adidas Men's Hotstreak Baseball Cleat	$40.00
	Mizuno Men's 9-Spike Lite Blaze Elite 3 Baseball Cleat	$70.00
	adidas HotStreak Mid J Baseball Cleat (Toddler/Little Kid/Big Kid)	$35.00
	adidas Hot Streak Low J Baseball Cleat (Toddler/Little Kid/Big Kid)	$30.00
	Men's UA Leadoff III Mid Baseball Cleats Cleat by Under Armour	$44.99
	Men's UA Leadoff III Low Baseball Cleats Cleat by Under Armour	$39.99
	Mizuno Men's 9-Spike Classic G6 Low Switch Baseball Cleat	$94.99

One Response to “What do you think about my story? If so who are you most like?”