for a while I just sit there, in the cooling shade of my favorite tree. everything is perfect. perfect as can be, under my favorite tree that loves and adores the company of me. soon I tire just sitting there, and so I start to climb up its smooth, brown bark...up into the branches so high. I start to slip, but it catches me, and lets me know I'm safe...even when the wind pushes me, and when I look out at the sky up high because its my favorite tree, that loves and adores me.

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A stalker

by Hongyul
Grade: 6
State: Ann Arbor


There is a stalker in my profile. I don't know how, but I have this friend who is weird. He can get into his brother's serverspace at school. He doesn't erase anything, but writes things and changes everything. In fact, someone else might even be typing this story. THAT would be crazy. I was in school today, and after a day of math, I feel worn out. In fact, I was at an elementary school today, and I threw snowballs at three people. They were people from my school, though. In fact, one girl hit a guy in the face with a snowball. The snowball didn't even hurt the guy. I told the people we should play wallball. No one listened, so I went to the wall. I turned around, and there were the three people. I thought that they were stalkers. In fact, one of them is a scary stalker.

Well that ends my tale. I really am a stalker in this profile. Kidding. Or AM I?