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poem for our first contact: an acrostic poem. I explained that all you do is write out her name going down the page; then, to the side of each letter in her name you write something about her that starts with that letter. I gave smile as an example.
Silly
Manly
Irresistible
Ladies love it
Effervescent
He looked puzzled on the last word, but he got the idea, and I didn’t have time to explain. We got right to work, and when we were done, this is what we’d come up with:
Angel
Naturally beautiful
Genetically perfect
Elegant
Lovably cute
Always smiling
If Angela is not impressed with this acrostic poem Buzz made for her, then she is too picky and needs to take a chill pill.
Buzz thanked me for the help, and I told him to decorate the paper so it looks pretty and not made by a caveman. Tomorrow we will stuff the poem through the slit of her locker.
When I went outside, I found that my bike had two flat tires; on top of that, the seat was missing. Now, whoever pulled off this prank is a genius. I’m not even mad. Sure, it is upsetting to see I have flat tires, but they were not slashed. The seat missing is a work of art. It makes it so that even if Buzz had a pump, it would be agonizing to ride home without the ability to sit down. It’s the perfect prank, and I think I know who did it. I’m sure you can guess who as well. Sad to say, I told Buzz I will not be a bully anymore so I can’t go after the culprit, or is there more than one now?
Do good, even to a stranger.
I would love to do some good to his strange face!
Monday, February 7th, 2011
6:42 p.m.
Sneaky
Today Buzz and I arrived early to school and stuffed Angela’s poem in her locker. We were so proud of our work that we gave each other high fives. In the middle of our celebration, we were interrupted with a beautiful voice asking what we are doing in front of her locker. We turned to see Angela standing there staring at us. Buzz, with his quick goat thinking, which is something I lack, said that we had just made a peace treaty and that we would never fight again, so we were celebrating and just so happened to be in front of her locker. We stepped to the side, and she fidgeted with the locker combination. When she stopped, looked at us, and said, “Do you mind, guys?” We realized we were just standing there gawking at her. We smiled and bolted out of the hallway. It never crossed our minds that she might go to school early with her dad. I really hoped she didn’t find the poem right away because if she did, it would be obvious it was from one of us.
We peeked around the corner and saw that she was indeed reading the poem. I was worried, but then Buzz and I saw that she had a big smile on her face. So whether she knows or not doesn’t matter, because she looked happy. My creepy grandpa’s plan worked for Buzz. I guess that old man really did have some game in the 50s. What a sweet victory.
Later on in the day, I found my bike seat in my locker. How did they break into my locker? I will have to search the Internet to find out how to break into a school locker without being caught. Again, I am impressed with the prankster.
I almost had a good day at school, but it was wrecked when I heard Jacob (the kid caught eating his test twice) talking about how Donald slashed the tires on my bike, keyed it, and stole the handlebars, leaving me stranded fifty miles away from my house. I also spent the night in jail after a cop picked me up for running away from home.
So that is the game Donald wants to play? Well, I guess it is a game he will win, because I refuse to get caught in his trap.
Knowledge is power.
I agree. If only I could think of something to do that doesn’t involve violence. Everything I think of ends with Donald stuck in a wheelchair and sucking Jell-O through a straw for the rest of his life.
Sunday, February 13th, 2011
10:12 p.m.
Top Secret
I figured out how to break into a school locker. It is easier than I
Silly
Manly
Irresistible
Ladies love it
Effervescent
He looked puzzled on the last word, but he got the idea, and I didn’t have time to explain. We got right to work, and when we were done, this is what we’d come up with:
Angel
Naturally beautiful
Genetically perfect
Elegant
Lovably cute
Always smiling
If Angela is not impressed with this acrostic poem Buzz made for her, then she is too picky and needs to take a chill pill.
Buzz thanked me for the help, and I told him to decorate the paper so it looks pretty and not made by a caveman. Tomorrow we will stuff the poem through the slit of her locker.
When I went outside, I found that my bike had two flat tires; on top of that, the seat was missing. Now, whoever pulled off this prank is a genius. I’m not even mad. Sure, it is upsetting to see I have flat tires, but they were not slashed. The seat missing is a work of art. It makes it so that even if Buzz had a pump, it would be agonizing to ride home without the ability to sit down. It’s the perfect prank, and I think I know who did it. I’m sure you can guess who as well. Sad to say, I told Buzz I will not be a bully anymore so I can’t go after the culprit, or is there more than one now?
Do good, even to a stranger.
I would love to do some good to his strange face!
Monday, February 7th, 2011
6:42 p.m.
Sneaky
Today Buzz and I arrived early to school and stuffed Angela’s poem in her locker. We were so proud of our work that we gave each other high fives. In the middle of our celebration, we were interrupted with a beautiful voice asking what we are doing in front of her locker. We turned to see Angela standing there staring at us. Buzz, with his quick goat thinking, which is something I lack, said that we had just made a peace treaty and that we would never fight again, so we were celebrating and just so happened to be in front of her locker. We stepped to the side, and she fidgeted with the locker combination. When she stopped, looked at us, and said, “Do you mind, guys?” We realized we were just standing there gawking at her. We smiled and bolted out of the hallway. It never crossed our minds that she might go to school early with her dad. I really hoped she didn’t find the poem right away because if she did, it would be obvious it was from one of us.
We peeked around the corner and saw that she was indeed reading the poem. I was worried, but then Buzz and I saw that she had a big smile on her face. So whether she knows or not doesn’t matter, because she looked happy. My creepy grandpa’s plan worked for Buzz. I guess that old man really did have some game in the 50s. What a sweet victory.
Later on in the day, I found my bike seat in my locker. How did they break into my locker? I will have to search the Internet to find out how to break into a school locker without being caught. Again, I am impressed with the prankster.
I almost had a good day at school, but it was wrecked when I heard Jacob (the kid caught eating his test twice) talking about how Donald slashed the tires on my bike, keyed it, and stole the handlebars, leaving me stranded fifty miles away from my house. I also spent the night in jail after a cop picked me up for running away from home.
So that is the game Donald wants to play? Well, I guess it is a game he will win, because I refuse to get caught in his trap.
Knowledge is power.
I agree. If only I could think of something to do that doesn’t involve violence. Everything I think of ends with Donald stuck in a wheelchair and sucking Jell-O through a straw for the rest of his life.
Sunday, February 13th, 2011
10:12 p.m.
Top Secret
I figured out how to break into a school locker. It is easier than I
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