Friends can be good, friends can be bad.
Friends can make cry or laugh.
Friends have powers to change your day,
good or bad I cannot say.
When you feel loved or scared,
Friends will be standing there.
Friends can help you when your hurt,
Like when your eyes are filled with dirt.
Friends will be there when you play,
On every single game day.
Friends can change your life for good,
your decision they’ll let you choose.
The lights turn off, the spotlight shines on the model posing for the camera, music starts, suddenly all eyes on one person. She glides down the runway while showing her bright green dress off to the audience only to find them in awe.
If you were thinking about a fashion show, you were absolutely right. Fashion shows are so spectacular, beautiful, and creative. This is one of the only times in my life where I can see a variety of colors swirled into a single dress.
I love how the dresses seem to have their very own personality. Some have this some have that, no two are alike. None of them are wrong, everyones idea is right to them and also to all the others who cheer for every single person to get their idea, design it on paper, get the fabric, and put on a show.
Deep in the cold; down by the river side.
I spy the music stand that let’s my dreams take flight.
Around the room candles, candles light the way.
Light the world so that i could see music,
the one he wrote for me and so that all could see,
the sheet that lays before my eyes for his music to reunite.
As I stand before this, these notes on paper,
stare around the cave: the lake, the river bank, even the giant throne. And still yet to see is the musical instrument that all is afraid to hear.
Once I turned to strike back in fear;
“She was like your hair is so ugly today!” And “She was my best friend.” I mean you have this happen to you, but this is made to break a sibling’s friendship bond thing that gets really old.
First- be in the way with everything that is happening in there life. Don’t wait for them to bring everything up; you as the older sibling do it yourself. For example: she opens the door, BAM! “How was your day, did you turn in your homework was the teacher nice did you study for your vocabulary test, how was gym did y’all play capture the flag again- omg I love that game.”
Step two- be very annoying and if you want to throw in a bit of a catch be creepy, stocker-ish even, but here I’ll be a nice person and give you an example: when your sisters best frenemy is standing like 2 feet from you pop out of nowhere and ” hey girly how y’all doing, omg I have that shirt, and ahhh is that true that you and angel are not friends anymore, ohhh I know how’s your family, sister ok mom good dad normal?”
Step three- randomly pop out of nowhere. Little sister and enemy painting there nails together,” so girls! Oh I love that color! Where did you find that it’s mine! See y’all later.”
Step four- stand there wait for your sister to come home.” Vivian guess what today that annoying, clingy girl won’t hang out with me anymore. It’s a miracle!”
Mission complete.
What’s food? I’ll tell you. Food is my best friend and what is that you ask— why? I’ll tell you why.
Most other girls are obsessed with things like clothes and shoes— but who cares food is a one of a kind. I mean have them try to live with no food— how would you live? Hint: you won’t.
You could live days— weeks— even years with food— but sadly only a little with just cute outfits. And that folks is why food is my best friend.
There’s pink, blue, purple, yellow, orange and hundreds of other colors, but my favorite color is anything but ordinary— my favorite color is sparkly! I mean who doesn’t want to add some glitter to well— anything!
Most kids think I’m crazy when I say my favorite color is sparkly, but to think about it we all had that moment, you know a time when you were obsessed with shiny things. Well guess what I’m still obsessed so don’t judge me.
I mean everyone who see’s a giant sparkly thing wants to touch it, right? I’ll take that as a big— fat— sparkly yes!
I closed my eyes took a deep breath and steadily wandered into my new school, Westridge Middle School. I knew by then I was in for a treat! As I glanced from side without trying to get notice. My first day could have gone better, if I knew anyone, but I can’t blame any one. I don’t know about you but when you are going to middle school you have no choice but to fit in. Being the new kid stinks! The only good thing is that you have a choice of who you can be friends with though, but that’s not hard at all. What is really hard is finding someone who is will to talk to the new girl in school. Oh yeah I know, no one is! And if your a new MIDDLE SCHOOLER you can’t make it worst then that!
The day went slow, so slow that I started counting seconds till the end of class. The teachers made me even regret coming to this school. They kept talking and talking about rules and expectations that everybody expects of us, but guess what we’re in middle school. In here rules can’t stop us from doing something crazy. It’s like they get payed to talk! Oh right they do get payed to scream at us!
Listening to teachers was one thing, but listening to other students talking to another totally different situation. All I’m hearing in the background is,” Omg, I haven’t seen you all summer! ” and ” What did he say about me? ”
My locker was not very cooperative since it clearly hated me, but by then I did my combination over and over ” Two time to the right stop at your first number, turn to your left two times stop on the second number, go to the next number stop and lift.” Finally freedom to the locker.
Then terror came, LUNCH! I was alone; who was I going to sit by? Until this moment that changed my whole year. ” Vivian, come sit with us! ” when I turned around I saw a girl. She was waving at me while smiling? As soon I got to the table that girl was at, ” Hi I’m Rebecca Madden we have gym at the same time. As the lunch period past I realized she just became my friend.
I was nervous last year at this same time because I was alone. But now I am the one inviting friends into our group. I am pretty sure that if I move schools again I won’t be so nervous cause I know what I have to do.