My Story World

The Perfect Cheer

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 00:46:55 GMT

One day in the big city New York, there was a teenager named Camille. She loved to cheer with her group there called “The Spicy Salsa Steppers”. One morning Camille realized she forgot to go to practice, to see who is the new and improved captain of the squad. Anna the first captain decided that this year they needed a new captain, and a new routine for the squad. Camille thought she was going to be picked, but no one really knew who was going to get it. They all thought it was going to be Anna's old best friend, Gena. Gena was second popular in Tomas High. Tomas High is the second favorite school in New York, the first favorite is Milloton High School of the Arts. During second period of school Camille had math class, then she finally got to her cheer class. They were practicing a pyramid called the double looper, they all practiced that one every day. That's when Anna said the new captain is...........Camille. Camille said “OMG!!!!!” “Ok,” said Anna, “it's time to give a speech.” Camille gave great ideas , but they were not so fun listening to them.

Camille is a fine student, but when she talks she gives a big speeches, everyone gets annoyed--they wish she will shut up. During cheer practice Camille made the perfect cheer--it is basic steps. They are practicing for the state finals In Washington D.C. They are prepared to take a school bus with their logo on it.

Camille was so proud of her squad they were one of the richest schools ever , they were the most original cheering squad ever. Twenty-seven years that the school has been Champions. Twenty-seven gold trophies, they will try out for twenty-eight this year. Anna knows that they will win with Camille running the show. At state finals “The Spicy Salsa Steppers” are going against “The Macho Libras”. They are the third popular school ever. Their captain is Elisa Menellie and she is strong--she knows that her team will win for sure. Camille is not scared of Elisa, she feels she got what it takes to beat her fair and square.

The girls got on the buses and they were all pumped up for the finals. When they got there they were a little scared but, not Camille and Anna they were fearless and wondering what is going on around them. The half of the team was nervous and sweating cause they were so scared. The “Macho Libras” were fine and smoking and really happy that they might win.

Now it has begun, okay girls here we go. Camille's team was strong to do this come on here they go. The judges were looking at them like they were so in to them one girl in the crowd went loony for them. She screamed, “GO SPICY SALSA STEPPERS!!!!!!” You can tell she loves them. Now the last team was up next, the Macho Libras.

The judges did not like that there was lots of flashing parts in it. Now they are done, and the winners are the Spicy Salsa Steppers!!!!! That day they were all proud they have won another state final championship....

Next time there will be a new Generation that will continue the legend of Cheering.

THE END!!!!!

City Girl, Part 2

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 02:03:33 GMT

James Jokene was a British man. Ana loved him the first time she laid eyes on him. Three years later, Tyra Torrefronjamark started high school. Tyra got a phone call from Ana...she needed to speak with Sherrie, Tyra's mother. When she came on the phone, Ana said, "I have a confession to make. It's hard to say this, but...I'm...I'm..." "Yes?" Sherrie said.
"I'M CHEATING ON LATRELE."
Tyra heard the phone drop to the floor and Sherrie screaming in the background. When Sherrie picked the phone back up, she cried, "Are you kidding me? Ana, are you crazy? You're married!"
"I know," said Ana, now crying.
"I can't believe you, Ana!", shouted Sherrie. "You bad woman! I must tell Latrele!"
"Please don't!", Ana screamed.
But it was too late. Sherrie had already made up her mind.

to be continued...

City Girl

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 02:08:36 GMT

I know a simple girl in a small town called Intido. Her name was Tyra Torrefronjamark, she was poor, but her grand daddy was rich. Her parents got divorced. So now if her grand daddy was there she would be rich like Britney Spears. So she wondered every now and then what her grand daddy was doing.

Tyra's mom, Sherrie Torrefronjamark is a hair dresser, she does it fine. She did a lady's hair for a wedding--it was pretty. The lady she did it for, Ana Littreda Litana Litoray. She had gotten married to Latrele Litoray Corvon, but she loved someone else. It was...

To Be Continued.......

Clara and the Fairy Godmother, part 2

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 14:54:37 GMT

"Why are you here?", asked Clara. The fairy godmother look puzzled. "Didn't you get the invitation?" she said. "What invitation?", Clara questioned. The fairy godmother explained that The Grand Cotillion Ball was tonight, and she had sent Clara the invitation weeks ago. "Never mind that," said the fairy godmother. "We need to get you a dress, but my fairy dust isn't working that well." Clara spoke up. "I have a dress!" Clara ran upstairs and grabbed the white gown her mom had made for her. "Perfect!" said the fairy godmother. "Let's go!" And off they flew to the ball.

When they got there, Clara and the fairy godmother were standing outside. The fairy godmother remembered something. "Oops! I almost forgot. You need a date! Stand back..." Then she waved her wand, and said, "A MYSTICAL MAGIC--MAKE THE MAN BE FANTASTIC!" Poof! Out of nowhere, a handsome man appeared. "Where am I?" he said. Clara replied, "At the Grand Cotillion Ball. What's your name?" "Prince Richard, but you can call me Rick," he said. The fairy godmother interupted them. "You two are going to be late! Let's go!" So inside they went.

to be continued...

welcome

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 03:42:37 GMT

This is Lexi's story journal--her creative outlet. She writes the stories...I'm just here to type, edit, spellcheck, etc. So enjoy! And don't forget to comment--I think she'd like the feedback!

Clara and the Fairy Godmother, part 1

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 03:43:25 GMT

Once upon a time, there was a princess named Clara. She lived in a big pink castle. She loved to play dress up, especially with the nice white gown that her mom made for her. It was Christmas time, and her brother, Tommy, ate the gingerbread men off the house. She had a ballerina ornament that her Aunt Draslemyer gave to her on her birthday. When her aunt came, she always told Clara stories about her trips all over the world. She told Clara she danced with a king, and sailed over the Great Wall of China. Aunt Draslemyer gave Clara and Tommy a toy, but Clara didn't play with it.

One night, Clara saw something magical happening--the vent in her room opened and fairy dust came out. Ding-dong! It's midnight, the clock said. Clara opened her eyes, and she saw nothing. She was dreaming! She went downstairs, and the Christmas tree had a glow coming from behind it. Clara looked behind the tree. "Hello?" she said. There was something there. "What are you?" Clara asked. "I'm your fairy godmother," the lady said. "WHAT?", Clara exclaimed. "No, it can't be!" "Yes, it's true," said the fairy godmother.

to be continued...