There once was a spider. SQUASH.​

I had a story prepared for today's story slam, but I didn't get picked, so I didn't tell it. After the 5 judged performances went, I decided it would be a good idea to tell a story. It went well, everyone laughed at the part they were supposed to laugh at. I was really nervous and my story was shorter than how I had planned on telling it in my head. When I went over it in my head I was much more articulate and calm. Also, Mr. Chase did not record it, but I think I still pretended like the mic worked when I was talking, I don't really remember. Tea was good though!

"Are you sure you should go to school?"
"Yeah mom my knee just hurts no biggie"
"You are limping down the steps!"
"So just prepares me for school"
"I really don't think you should go if it is this bad"
I stopped on the third from final step and turned looking up the stairs at her on the second floor landing. I kept myself from saying ow aloud.
"Mom its ok I am tough"
"You can cause your self more harm"
"Mom I am not staying home-"
Suddenly my right knee gave out from under me and i flew forward. I threw my let arm out grabbing the banister, stopping myself from falling.
"Oh that is it! Your going to the doctor...TODAY"
"But moooommm....fine"

My mom went shopping and got PEPPERS!

By Marjorie Moreno 

Sailor Moon was the first anime I ever watched. Sad to say, I actually I enjoyed watching it. During the time, there were three animes I watch faithfully and that was Sailor Moon, Dragonball Z and Pokémon. Good times.

The perfect example of life without a care or worry.

I'm currently listening to My First Kiss by 3OH!3 and Ke$ha, so this will be my story…

Part 1: Sweet Home Alabama
I'm fairly sure that I was seven, I was in second grade and I had a "boyfriend" (You know, the little kid kind where you hold hands, really like each other and tease each other constantly). One day, I was waiting for my mom after school and my boyfriend, Charlie, and his friend, Cody, stayed with me. And Charlie and I decided that we were ready to kiss because we were in love, well puppy love. So, we had Cody be our lookout for my mom and we went and sat between the actual trailer (in our schoolyard) and the ramp that came down from the trailer. And we sat there, awkwardly, and we were both waiting for the other one to lean over that few inches and kiss. It didn't happen. He had said before that the girl should never kiss first and he wasn't kissing me. After a few minutes of sitting together Cody, who thinks we must have kissed by now, lets us know that he thinks he saw my mom. So, Charlie and I stand up and walk to the end of the ramp when Cody tells us it was a false alarm. So we stand at the end of the ramp and after some small conversation that I don't remember we decide that we're just going to do this. So we stand facing each other and he looks down at me, I was shorter than him even then, and he leans down and kisses me. It was a tap-kiss, nothing fancy, no big deal, unless you're a seven year old girl who loves this guy. The kiss couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds of our mouths just touching, but it seemed like it lasted for years. I was pretty freaking ecstatic.

Part 2: The Notebook
Years later when I was thirteen I very abruptly discovered that my feelings for this boy had not changed since I was seven (Okay, not so abruptly, I had known the whole time. Whatever.). And sometime that September, say…the 19th, I pluck up the courage (sort-of) to tell him that I like him. He calls me that night, we talk, we start dating. Needless to say it didn't take us very long to fall in love (Real love, not puppy love this time). A couple of months after we started dating he had walked me home, he did that most days and then he'd stay with me until maybe ten every night. So, we were outside and we were flirting like most couples do at first. And then he leans down and he kisses me. This one lasted a little longer than the first and we had gone past the point of tap-kissing. This was out first real kiss, my first real kiss ever.

So, there ya go. My first kiss.

My dad and I have always been roller coaster junkies; every summer we would go to at least one amusement park and ride until our heads throbbed and stomachs were sick.  It was a good pain though, a sign that yes, you had overcome the infamous Steel Force or Kingda Ka.  

When I was about 10, my dad and I decided that this was the year to induct my younger brother, Trevor, into our cult.  He was only 5 at the time, so I picked a kiddie roller coaster that I thought he could handle.  There were some hills, but they were only a few feet high.  Honestly, I was embarrassed to wait in line with him, but I swallowed my pride for future rides that awaited us.

He must have been chattering excitedly the entire time we were in the queue because he never actually saw the roller coaster until we'd hit the front of the line.  He turned around, stunned. He then proceeded to run straight into the people now behind us, screaming, "That is NOT a kid's roller coaster!".

Needless to say, he didn't overcome his fear that day and hasn't trusted me with any rides since.