The Story of my Life

Promise me. Do not copy. Or else you will get in some serious trouble. Trust me.

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The Story of my Life. Let’s get started! I will be writing about my life, starting from when I was a baby…

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“Oh! She’s so cute!”

“Aww!”

“Congratulations!”

“Can I be the first to hug her?”

Haha, all the attention! Though Sherry had no idea about it. She was busy crying like a lunatic.

Coming back from the hospital, Sherry lived in a small town in China. Her family wasn’t that rich, so her life wasn’t that great, starting. Not long after, Sherry’s family moved into a room in an apartment in the city of Quanzhou, China. She lived with her grandparents. Sherry was sent to preschool a few times, and she didn’t really like it…

In Preshool, when Sherry was ONLY 1, she had to learn and memorize poems in Chinese. They also sang songs. Sherry had to have her naps beside her teacher. Each student had their own chair, Sherry’s was blue

When Sherry was 1, her family moved to Canada, in the province of BC, Richmond. And that was where she started living ever since. She did go back to China for a few visits.

Sherry entered Montessori at the age of 3. She made friends, Stephanie and Joy. They always played together. Soon after, Sherry made a new friend…Angel! They met in a weird way…

“Wash, wash, wash! Wash your hands!” said the teacher.Sherry was in line, waiting to wash her hands. Then, she accidentally bumped into the girl in front of her. The girl turned around. “Sorry!” Sherry said. The girl smiled. “It’s okay!” she said, jumping up and down. “My name is Angel!” she said in a sing-song voice. There was silence after that. “Let’s be friends!” Angel said. Sherry nodded. “Okay!”

Ha ha, meeting in the washroom! Well, Sherry and Angel did become really REALLY good friends.

There was once a play in Montessori. Sherry and Angel and another girl called Dawa acted as the fairies. The were doing a play about the zoo. In the end, they sang a song. Sherry and Angel got the microphone!

It was good years in Montessori. There were good days and bad days.

As Sherry grew, Elementary school came in the way, and she was about to start a new life, a new future ahead…

Part 2 will be coming out soon. Keep a look out! I will be writing one every week. Thanks!

~Stories by Sherry ^_^

Asking for Bravery

Have you ever been so scared, you wanted bravery so badly? It happens to me so often, since I am always scared. My name is Jason. This is my story.

I always ask my mom, why am I basically feared of everything? My mom said that was the way I was born. Ugh, I don’t like being scared. But I’m just like that. I hate that answer.

Today I woke up, ready to start my day. Since it was winter, the room wasn’t as bright. I started shivering, and hid under my covers. What if there’s a ghost out there? With no choice, I put my covers over my head and slowly, without a sound, walked to the light switch. I flicked it on, and— Whew, there was no ghost. Thank the gods.

When I arrived at school, my teacher Mrs.Lee said there would be a math quiz. Oh no! I wasn’t prepared. I felt like I was turned inside out. Beads of sweat appeared at my forehead. When Mrs.Lee gave me my test sheet I was feared to death. Well, almost death. I started crying. I know a boy shouldn’t cry, but I was too scared. I was too scared to get a bad mark.

Mrs.Lee did talk to me, but that didn’t make me feel better. She said I need to be brave.  There are many other things like this that happened, like the time when my friend hid behind the wall and scared me, and I instantly fainted; the time when I was scared to go to the washroom in the middle of the night on my own; the time when I was scared to sleep alone in my room.

Well, that was years ago, and now I’m me. I got braver. I wasn’t that scared anymore. My name is Jason. This was my story, asking for Bravery.

Learn from stories,

~Stories by Sherry ^_^

Recommended { Tayla’s Blog }

Hold on, before I get started, let me tell you…I know I’m supposed to follow my routine, but I think I should start it on Monday. So, whatever.

I have this great friend called Tayla, and she has a blog too! She does many cool things. She writes stories, do her opinions, journals, mysteries… be sure to check it out! Especially her mystery!

Go to this link: http://www.taylasjournalwordpresscom.wordpress.com

It’s great!!! 🙂

~Stories by Sherry ^_^

 

Rumors

Rumor has it… I won’t gossip AGAIN. EVER! Ok, I’ll calm down. My name is Alexa. This is my story.

“Hey, did you hear that Sophia Davis slipped on a Jell-O and fell flat on her face? Guess who told me? Reyna told me. She said Ella told her. Ella said Jessica told her. Jessica said Angie told her. Angie said Rachel–” I was cut short. “Ok already, Alexa! You know it’s kind of boring talking about these things every day? Let’s talk about something else.” Ada said, rolling her eyes.

I gave her the stink eye. I don’t know why but I just turned and walked away. I could feel her scowl, but Ada didn’t come after me. After a few weeks, we eventually broke up.

Though, even that, I still liked talking about rumors. Since I work for the school newspaper, I decided I could edit a few things about RUMORS. GOSSIP.

The next day, my other friend Zoe said Mia told her that I, Alexa kicked the principle, Mrs. Jones, in the butt. You could tell I was surprised. I put my hands on my hips. ” Zoe,” I said slowly. ” Who, told you that? ” Zoe slowly backed up. ” Okay, okay. Don’t get mad. Alexa! Emily told me!” I ran off to look for Emily.

Friends are like a train. Emily told me Jenny told her that, and Jenny said Yolanda told her that, and Yolanda said Bella told her that, and so on. But when I asked Amy…

“Amy, who told you the rumor that I kicked the principle in the butt?” I asked. “Oh. Ada told me.” she replied. I was caught off guard by hearing that. I stormed off. I’m getting you, Ada.

When I saw Ada walking in the hall with the popular girls, Simmy, Megan, and Hayley, I went up, to Ada, about to yell in her face, when Hayley said: ” Hey, Alexa? Ada told me you kicked Mrs. Jones in the butt? And got detention for a month?” The group started laughing. Ada had a smirk on her face.

They did hurt my feelings pretty bad. And I regretted telling Ada the rumor about Sophia. I get that rumors can hurt you.

I will never spread rumors again. Never.

My name is Alexa. This is my story.

Hey, Yo! Do you like my story? Click like if you do! 😀

~Stories by Sherry ^_^

Promises

I forever promise I will keep a promise. My name is Elizabeth. This is my story.

It was the day of my friend’s birthday. I was the only one that she invited, since I was her only friend. But, at the same time, my aunt and uncle were coming to visit all the way from Australia, and I hadn’t seen them in years. Also, they said they had a special surprise.

I was torn between the two. I really wanted to see the surprise, but I promised my friend I would go to her birthday party. I promised. And, if I didn’t go, her birthday would be ruined. She even said she bought a big mango cake for the two of us.

I finally made a decision. I will not go to the party, but that meant I broke the promise. I know she trusted me as a friend, but I guess I should just let our friendship break and ignore her. Whatever.

My aunt and uncle’s surprise wasn’t very surprising. It was a rare box of chocolate. Not very exciting.

The next day at school, I saw my friend. I tried to hide my face, but she came up to me, crying. “Elizabeth, why didn’t you come to the party? Why? I was just sitting at the table, waiting. I waited for hours!” Before I could say anything, she ran off.

I tried to forget about this, but it’s still in my head, after 12 years. I remembered the promise I broke. I remembered the friend I lost.

I forever promise I will keep a promise. My name is Elizabeth. This is my story.

I made this one up! I really enjoy reading and writing these kinds of realistic stories. Guess where they came from? The one and only awesome…Tayla! Thank you. You are totally getting a shout out:  EVERYONE! GO TO TAYLA’S BLOG AT http://www.taylasjournalwordpresscom.wordpress.com ! You have to! Or else I’ll kill you! ( Just Joking, but still.) 🙂

~Stories by Sherry ^_^

WordPress Chat

OK ALREADY, EVERYONE!

Many of my classmates, Tiger, Terence, Bobby…they always chat on my blog. And it takes me a million years for me to delete them. They’re all junk. So, guys, if you want to chat, chat HERE! IN THE COMMENTS OF THIS POST! CHAT ALL YOU WANT!

Got it?

~Stories by Sherry ^_^

 

D.A.R.E

In school, I learned about D.A.R.E. D.A.R.E stands for Drugs, Abuse, Resistance, Education. It also stands for Define, Assess, Respond, Evaluate.

In D.A.R.E, we learned about alcohol use, smoking, pressure, bullying, empathy…many, many, others. Our D.A.R.E officer’s Constable Kandola. She’s a great teacher.

Kids, you will find D.A.R.E  important. It guides you, and helps you. Smoking is really bad for your health. Did you know there are 200 dangerous chemicals in cigarettes?

~Stories by Sherry ^_^