MysteryLpChick
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This story was supposed to be up, days ago. However, the school computer ate my files and then it ruined my floppy disk. So I had to write it at home. And I have millions of fan fiction to post, edit, and type. Yes, I’m a busy girl. So I thought it would be funny if the guys were in high school. And Mike had a guide to survive high school from his own experiences. He meets the rest of the guys along the way and his love interest towards the end. And no it isn’t me; I would like Mike to be my friend then a lover. I don’t really think of it like that. The last story I put up was for my friend who thought it was cute. Anyway, I’ll stop talk/typing and get on with the story.
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Mike’s Guide to Surviving High School
Yeah, high school the best years of our life and it can become easily the worst. Oh, yeah, sure a little freshman is going to tell you how to survive high school. Guess what, yup its going to be me. The name is Mike or Michael by which my parents call. I swear if anyone calls me by that name I’m going to hurt you anyway, welcome to my new life and hell. Brook Steel high, the place where dreams are born. Seriously that’s the school motto. I guess I can’t give you any advice that you already don’t know. But hey I’ll do it anyway.
Rule Number One: Make sure you dress with a little style and dignity. I mean when you go to your first day make sure you bath. And make sure if you wear a band shirt. Now what the band is before you go around school thinking your cool. And last but not least, girls dress like you have some sense. I like girls, but not half-naked girls. It not making a good impression on your first day and I’m sure not going to be chasing after you.
Mike walks past a group of kids who already broke the rule. He shakes his head and keeps walking.
Like me I wore a nice black and white shirt, with some clean or almost clean kicks and some pants. I look decent and that’s good enough for me. Rule Number Two: Make sure you act like yourself. It’s not sense in acting fake just to impress somebody. That’s like leading them on and when they find your true self then you’ll be losing a lot more then your friends. Take Larry Pinestone for example, in middle school for sixth grade he was a rocker and never listened to one rock song in his life. His parents made him listen to Classic music. Seventh grade he wanted to be a gangster after watching the movie Scarface. Eighth grade he wanted to be wizard. Oh, did I mention fifth grade he wanted to be Spice Girl. I’m so serious its not even funny.
And this year welll...
Larry Pinestone rolls by on some skateboard. Waving at Mike, with no helmet. Mike waves back and smiles for the poor guy. That’s when a girl opens her locker and he slams face first into it. Everyone around him laughs. Mike just cringed at the sight.
Rule Number Three: Make sure you don’t embarrasses yourself. Especially if you don’t know how to skate for that matter. That’s defiantly going in the guide.
“Mike!” Calls a female voice. Mike turns around to find a girl with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and light brown skin. She’s wearing a short sleeve shirt that say, ‘I love Rock ‘n’ Roll and Old School Hip Hop’ and some dark blue jeans and some gym shoes.
“Hey Jazz! What sup?”
Jazz a real tomboy...when she wants to be. She’s been my best friend since we were in diapers. I can still remember the day we met in the sandbox. She walked over and said hello and dumped her orange juice on my head and walked away. That was a good day. Jazz is half-white, half black and a little Puerto Rican. She’s a good friend to have around especially when it comes to girl troubles. She even helps me with my guide.
“I want to see your classes.” Mike pulled out his schedule and gave it to Jazz. “Sweet we have the same classes.” Handing over her schedule to Mike. “Cool.” Then a boy with brown hair and wearing his headphones ran up out of breath. “You guys what do you have for first period?” He asked in a panic voice.
“We both have Mrs. Crawford.” Said Mike. “David Dawson has that class we better get a seat.” The boy runs down the hall. Mike and Jazz also run after him almost knocking each other down. Running at top speed the three dodge and leap over books, students, and trash cans. “David...Dawson...Mrs....Crawford...Class.” Jasmine cried as they past some student.
Some students that went to their middle school started gathering up their stuff and running also. Going down the stairs at top speed, Jazz jumped on Mike’s back so she wouldn’t have to run downstairs. When they reached the bottom she leaped off and run again. The boy with the brown hair and headphones ran into to room 210. He slide across the floor pulling out to ‘reserved’ signs. He picked three seats in the middle row and placed the ‘reserved’ signs down on the two seats next to his.
He almost slipped and fell when he got to his seat. Throwing his backpack off and seating down he sighed. Jazz and Mike were next seating in the seats that the boy reserved for them. Others came in taking up the reasonable. However, for some they got left with the back seats. Those in the front or close to the front like Mike and the others were lucky. The rest well they would have to suck it up for the semester.
I guess your wondering what’s all the big commotion about and who that boy was. Well that’s Brad my best friend since middle school. We met when we had the same P.E. class and I was rapping for some kids. He has this thing were he has to wear those large headphones. Its like a radio, but he never really uses them unless he’s ‘ENTER THE MATRIX’ He even got a note for the teachers and principal that he has the wear those. I don’t know what it says, but it works.
And you’re wondering why we all ran for our lives. David Dawson. Was the only kid in our class that didn’t bath or for that matter couldn’t help but pass gas. It was so unbearable, even in the summer time when the air conditioning was working and the school was really old so you couldn’t open half the windows in class. Fans didn’t work because that made it worse. We all almost died, I didn’t think Brad wasn’t going to make it when he held his breath for the whole hour. Only taking in ‘clean air’ very so often. It didn’t even help when girls with their perfume spread the entire room.
David Dawson walks in, wearing what Brad, Mike, and Jazz wearing an outfit he wore all summer when they saw him at the Skate Park.
Now don’t get us wrong, you’re thinking he problem doesn’t have enough money. Well dude he has more money then Donald Trump. His parents own the cool cafe in town and Movie Theater. And I have been to his house before. I almost died when he had every singe video game system in history. Yes, my mom made me go over there because she thought I needed to expand my friendship. Whatever mom.
The bell rings. Everyone talks and chatters about their summer vacation. Mike and Brad talk about their new gurtiers they got with their new paychecks that summer. Jazz started reading over some lyrics they had wrote. When there was large snap everyone jumped, hushing his or her conversations. A woman with a dark purple dress suit, with her belly hanging out. Tight deep purple high heels. Gold earrings and a ruler at hand. She had gray hair and stern brown eyes.
“Thank you for all quieting. Now shall we get started.” she walks over to the board and pulls up the map. Displaying an assignment and her name. “My name is Mrs. Crawford. I’m your Lit/Comp. 9 teacher. In my class you will eat, sleep, and breathe literature. No late work even when you’re absent and all assignments must be turned in at the date that’s giving. Understood.” Everyone stares at the teacher with confusion and not really believing in what she just said. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You know when you get a teacher that everyone hates, and just tries to hard. Yeah, well here’s a way to get that cow off your back. When she gives you an assignment that involves something to read a book or writing a poem. Find somebody you can trust that already read the book, like Jazz or Brad. When your write a poem don’t steal from a book find a music freak. Like me or Brad or Jazz who can wrote any song with good rhyming and words that you at least understand.
Yeah, I know its not cheating its called having good connections. This teacher I swear maybe she needs a life looking at her finger those little writing bumps shows she loves to check and write long notes on your papers that make no sense at all.
“Now, lets see who would like to pass put your Lit books. I know David Dawson I had your brother last year. Fine student I expect that from you.” Brad took in a deep breath, Jazz did the same without showing it. And for Mike he just hid his head when he came by with the books. When everyone started breathing again, Mrs. Crawford pointed at the assignment at the board.
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Mike’s Guide to Surviving High School
Yeah, high school the best years of our life and it can become easily the worst. Oh, yeah, sure a little freshman is going to tell you how to survive high school. Guess what, yup its going to be me. The name is Mike or Michael by which my parents call. I swear if anyone calls me by that name I’m going to hurt you anyway, welcome to my new life and hell. Brook Steel high, the place where dreams are born. Seriously that’s the school motto. I guess I can’t give you any advice that you already don’t know. But hey I’ll do it anyway.
Rule Number One: Make sure you dress with a little style and dignity. I mean when you go to your first day make sure you bath. And make sure if you wear a band shirt. Now what the band is before you go around school thinking your cool. And last but not least, girls dress like you have some sense. I like girls, but not half-naked girls. It not making a good impression on your first day and I’m sure not going to be chasing after you.
Mike walks past a group of kids who already broke the rule. He shakes his head and keeps walking.
Like me I wore a nice black and white shirt, with some clean or almost clean kicks and some pants. I look decent and that’s good enough for me. Rule Number Two: Make sure you act like yourself. It’s not sense in acting fake just to impress somebody. That’s like leading them on and when they find your true self then you’ll be losing a lot more then your friends. Take Larry Pinestone for example, in middle school for sixth grade he was a rocker and never listened to one rock song in his life. His parents made him listen to Classic music. Seventh grade he wanted to be a gangster after watching the movie Scarface. Eighth grade he wanted to be wizard. Oh, did I mention fifth grade he wanted to be Spice Girl. I’m so serious its not even funny.
And this year welll...
Larry Pinestone rolls by on some skateboard. Waving at Mike, with no helmet. Mike waves back and smiles for the poor guy. That’s when a girl opens her locker and he slams face first into it. Everyone around him laughs. Mike just cringed at the sight.
Rule Number Three: Make sure you don’t embarrasses yourself. Especially if you don’t know how to skate for that matter. That’s defiantly going in the guide.
“Mike!” Calls a female voice. Mike turns around to find a girl with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and light brown skin. She’s wearing a short sleeve shirt that say, ‘I love Rock ‘n’ Roll and Old School Hip Hop’ and some dark blue jeans and some gym shoes.
“Hey Jazz! What sup?”
Jazz a real tomboy...when she wants to be. She’s been my best friend since we were in diapers. I can still remember the day we met in the sandbox. She walked over and said hello and dumped her orange juice on my head and walked away. That was a good day. Jazz is half-white, half black and a little Puerto Rican. She’s a good friend to have around especially when it comes to girl troubles. She even helps me with my guide.
“I want to see your classes.” Mike pulled out his schedule and gave it to Jazz. “Sweet we have the same classes.” Handing over her schedule to Mike. “Cool.” Then a boy with brown hair and wearing his headphones ran up out of breath. “You guys what do you have for first period?” He asked in a panic voice.
“We both have Mrs. Crawford.” Said Mike. “David Dawson has that class we better get a seat.” The boy runs down the hall. Mike and Jazz also run after him almost knocking each other down. Running at top speed the three dodge and leap over books, students, and trash cans. “David...Dawson...Mrs....Crawford...Class.” Jasmine cried as they past some student.
Some students that went to their middle school started gathering up their stuff and running also. Going down the stairs at top speed, Jazz jumped on Mike’s back so she wouldn’t have to run downstairs. When they reached the bottom she leaped off and run again. The boy with the brown hair and headphones ran into to room 210. He slide across the floor pulling out to ‘reserved’ signs. He picked three seats in the middle row and placed the ‘reserved’ signs down on the two seats next to his.
He almost slipped and fell when he got to his seat. Throwing his backpack off and seating down he sighed. Jazz and Mike were next seating in the seats that the boy reserved for them. Others came in taking up the reasonable. However, for some they got left with the back seats. Those in the front or close to the front like Mike and the others were lucky. The rest well they would have to suck it up for the semester.
I guess your wondering what’s all the big commotion about and who that boy was. Well that’s Brad my best friend since middle school. We met when we had the same P.E. class and I was rapping for some kids. He has this thing were he has to wear those large headphones. Its like a radio, but he never really uses them unless he’s ‘ENTER THE MATRIX’ He even got a note for the teachers and principal that he has the wear those. I don’t know what it says, but it works.
And you’re wondering why we all ran for our lives. David Dawson. Was the only kid in our class that didn’t bath or for that matter couldn’t help but pass gas. It was so unbearable, even in the summer time when the air conditioning was working and the school was really old so you couldn’t open half the windows in class. Fans didn’t work because that made it worse. We all almost died, I didn’t think Brad wasn’t going to make it when he held his breath for the whole hour. Only taking in ‘clean air’ very so often. It didn’t even help when girls with their perfume spread the entire room.
David Dawson walks in, wearing what Brad, Mike, and Jazz wearing an outfit he wore all summer when they saw him at the Skate Park.
Now don’t get us wrong, you’re thinking he problem doesn’t have enough money. Well dude he has more money then Donald Trump. His parents own the cool cafe in town and Movie Theater. And I have been to his house before. I almost died when he had every singe video game system in history. Yes, my mom made me go over there because she thought I needed to expand my friendship. Whatever mom.
The bell rings. Everyone talks and chatters about their summer vacation. Mike and Brad talk about their new gurtiers they got with their new paychecks that summer. Jazz started reading over some lyrics they had wrote. When there was large snap everyone jumped, hushing his or her conversations. A woman with a dark purple dress suit, with her belly hanging out. Tight deep purple high heels. Gold earrings and a ruler at hand. She had gray hair and stern brown eyes.
“Thank you for all quieting. Now shall we get started.” she walks over to the board and pulls up the map. Displaying an assignment and her name. “My name is Mrs. Crawford. I’m your Lit/Comp. 9 teacher. In my class you will eat, sleep, and breathe literature. No late work even when you’re absent and all assignments must be turned in at the date that’s giving. Understood.” Everyone stares at the teacher with confusion and not really believing in what she just said. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You know when you get a teacher that everyone hates, and just tries to hard. Yeah, well here’s a way to get that cow off your back. When she gives you an assignment that involves something to read a book or writing a poem. Find somebody you can trust that already read the book, like Jazz or Brad. When your write a poem don’t steal from a book find a music freak. Like me or Brad or Jazz who can wrote any song with good rhyming and words that you at least understand.
Yeah, I know its not cheating its called having good connections. This teacher I swear maybe she needs a life looking at her finger those little writing bumps shows she loves to check and write long notes on your papers that make no sense at all.
“Now, lets see who would like to pass put your Lit books. I know David Dawson I had your brother last year. Fine student I expect that from you.” Brad took in a deep breath, Jazz did the same without showing it. And for Mike he just hid his head when he came by with the books. When everyone started breathing again, Mrs. Crawford pointed at the assignment at the board.
