Jazz frist day at school
Jazz was a very beautiful girl with red hair and black nail polish. I felt a bit dirty between the lines that my lyrics were played on my iPod . Recently panic of the disco. Look at this a new freshman .
Turning down the power mode . I felt an engraved empathy on my shoulder.
Jazz it’s time to enter college . Most kids had it easy during finals. Hot cheerleaders left and right .
A snack machine in every corner . Without a meal to deliver. Sigh , what a girl to do .
Picture a sad teddy bear falling down in tears . He frozen as he felt crippled depression’s. As an inner child jazz wanted nothing more than a friend . Teddy bear nodded .
Jazz felt embarrassed as she drew in her sketchbook . It’s was like the aftermath. An endgame most turning point . Jazz please study for your final tomorrow . It’s looks like u passed.
As no one was turn I felt so much pain .
“Huh , u should really get over it ? “ said a familiar voice .
Jazz felt a bit odd and upset. A certain boy knew how to cheer up a guy with graduate.
“Hey , it’s a math equation ? “
“ What ever happens is a figure of speech .”
Please let me learn without a panic action . Sigh Nazis AnneBeth.