Beautiful life is a dream, but
what do you need for a beautiful life is a major question in our life blah blah
blah
Alright guys enough with the serious stuff
I am not here to question the universe on the sappiness of my life . in my opinion life is a tragedy that happens to everyone. Now we will come to my story which is about my tragedy.
Routine is something we cannot avoid when
we go to school, we just get up get dressed, stuff our faces and run a race.But some days are just different from others. The difference is that it may be an extraordinarily good day or a bad day. In a good day you will be ceaser in the throne with Cleopatra (can't forget our dear cleo) . In a bad day you may have a trip to Nagasaki (sometimes it can be worse like my grammer).
The thing I want to say is that I had a certain
extraordinarily bad day after having a good day. This came as a surprise because I was living away from home. This certain event changed my life forever (for the better or I still don't know),but I am not going to tell about it right now.
First I would like to talk about my family
and I except the fact that we are a bit different ,but people calling us crazy
is a little unfair. Oh come on people some people like to express themselves by
talking to themselves you have to just except the fact that all people cannot
be the same.
I attended a public school with a uniform (mine isn't neat at all) some girls used it as a
fashion statement.(there is a rumor that the school was built on a cemetery which I believe with all my heart because of the she devils that reside in the school). It was a total mess. If by any chance if one of my schoolmates read my story they will be greatly disappointed.