Arguments to Laughter

After we ate dinner one evening, me and my brother we argueing on which was more scary. Horse riding or football. My argument was that when you go horse riding, you can't expect anything to happen. It all happens unexpectedly. So then my brother said that at football you get screamed at for two whole hours. Than my little sister Kate said, "Lauren!" And I tell her,"Not now Kate." And then I say to Carlin that you can totally expect being yelled at at football, so horse riding is scarier. And than Kate said, "Lauren!" And I tell her, "Kate!! Not now!!" And go back to Carlin. Than Carlin says,"You would totally hate football!" And I say,"I couldn't care less!" And than Kate yells, "Lauren!!!" And I yell, "What?" And she smiles and says much quiter, "I found my scooter!" And I laughed. It totally made my evening.

Insults from Sophie.

One day my little sister Julia had something my other little sister wanted. But Julia wouldn't give it to her because she claimed she had it first. That's when Sophie yelled, "Stupid head!" Julia gasped and said, "Sophie! Don't call me stupid head!!" And so Sophie just stuck her tounge out and said, "Don't talk to me beautiful head!!" And stormed off to her bedroom and layed down on her bed to pout/sleep. Ever since then, people loved insults from Sophie.

WHOOPS!!

I wish I was able to go back in time and tell myself what I know now. I was at school watching some of the boys play basketball, and I got bored so I started spinning around the basketball pole. Then a few of my friends came over to me and said, "Lauren, what are you doing?" I thought about what I was doing and replied, "I'm pole dancing." They gave me a wierd look and walked (half runned) away. Not till' later that night did I find out what pole dancing really was. WHOOPS!!

Changes

My name is Lauren. I am the oldest of five sisters. But I have a big brother. All togethor we are a family of eight. I am a homeschooler. Until this year. I have been home schooled all my life until last August. My mother decided we needed to try something new. So a few of my little sisters and I, were sent to public school. It was a huge change. It seems as though some of the kids there live to be mean, and be mean to live. There was a boy, I am not mentioning names, (even though I really want to) who came to me, and started tormenting me by slapping my shoulders and face. I tried with all of my strength to ignore him. It didn't work. I grabbed his arm, twisted it up-side-down, and told him if he ever did it to me again, he would find a fist up his nose. I guess I should regret it, but I don't. Since then, HE has left me alone, but he's not the only jerk at my school. But there's only thirteen days left until schools out, so I should be grateful. And then I go back to homeschooling. YAY!!!!!!