chapter1-first day

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this is a story about a girl named tamara and this is her love story , " ok tamara is your first day of middle school . you can do this there is nothing to be afraid of , except bullies , mean girls and BAD TEACHERS!!" she breathed in deeply and breathed out hard she was scared this was her first day of middle school she had no idea what it was like but that is all going to change for her." tamara its time for your first day of middle "tamaras mom said . "do i have to go"she said " yes you have to go now go get in the car" as tamara got in the car she noticed something near the trees. she tought it was just her imagination. 20 minutes later they arrived at the school." have a good day you'll be fine." i hope so tamara thought. as tamara approached the school she saw a banner which read...WELLCOME TO WALKER MIDDLE. tamara took a deep breath and walked into the school. as she walked in she noticed something it that teachers where greating students were chatting and best of all no bullies. ring ring her phone was ringing. she looked down and read a message . it was from her school. it said : hey tamara its your school here welcome to walker middle here is your class schedule...THUMP " i am so sorry i wasn't paying ation to were i was going i was reading a text i am so so sorr..." her and the stranger meet eye to eye as they both reached for one of tamaras novels."deep blue huh... you believe in mermaids" tamara blushed " um, yea i do but i kinda keep that to my self thats kinda a secret of mine." " cool cause i believe in mystical creatures myself" "really because i LOVE mystical creatures " "really thats awesome." tamara felt as if she had instantly fell in love ." my name is storm " " my name is tamara" " tamara huh nice name any way can i walk you your locker." hey was cute and a gentle men . does such a man exist... probably not.any way as storm walked tamara to her locker and they chit chated away.a couple minutes later they arrived at tamaras locker . "it was nice talking to you storm" " you to you seem really nice not like other girls that go to this school." storm had a com

"i am guessing girls her arnt that nice huh " "nope""any way tamara it was nice to talk see you some time""bye storm " storm walkes away. "wow!"

tamara thought . he is so nice."hey you". a piercing voice said. "me" tamara said."yea you why are you flirting with my boyfriend!" "um excuse me?""dont act like you dont know what i am talking about " " i dont" " oh my god you are dumber then i thought" " hey listen lady i dony know you know who your talking to!" " i think i do a stupid little runt who steals other girls boy friends." " oh my god! i didnt flirt with your boyfriend. i bumped into him while i was reading a text.then he walk me to my locker!" "yea like he the hottest boy in school a.k.a my boyfriend would talk to you . we just so you know are MADLY inlove with each other.so i shouldn't worry about little mis skank here." the girl flipped her hair and sasheyed of the room . " my god what crawled up her butt today." any way tamara decided to forget about that girl and just move on with her day ... she had better things to do ... 12 mins later... tamara arrives to her first class social studies. she walk in with a deep...breath... tamara felt relaxed.... HI I AM SALLY!WHATS YOUR NAME!" a loud squeaky voice said." my name is tamara why are you"..." THATS A NICE NAME TAMARA HOW ARE"...THWAK THWAK THWAK " peace and quite thank you now sally why are you YELLING." " I AM ! SORRY I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE. I WILL STOP NOW... LIKE RIGHT NOW, BYE. ok i stoped." "thank you sally now lets start with class but before we start ivwant to go over some rules... i am not the kind of mean to many rule teacher but the rules i am makeing make pure sense .. rule number one be kind and respectful. rule number to always have fun! now without further ado lets get working."

hello my fans thanks for reading i will soon be coming out with chapter one of my book my love story so be sure to read it and dont miss out

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