Tremaine ∅✘

It is  11:45 at Lincoln Wood High, when a young new student by the name of Tremaine, began to discover the struggle of being a sophmore. Tremaine is lost in what seems as a whole new world. He searches for the nearest surrender to the never ending walls. Tremaine then spots Kelly Rowland, a presumed good girl who has a troubled background, and asks her for help.

Tremaine: Excuse me miss, but can you help me, im looking for room 113?

Kelly: Your cute *tries to kiss tremaine*

Tremaine: *sings* i dont want to be a player because baby im taken. I just want to love my baybay.

Kelly: I guess you are lost then because I am not helping you anymore.

Tremaine: *pleading* please, its the middle of the semester and I do not wish to start off wrong?

Kelly: *dramatic exit*

Tremaine is now walking in a path that seems to never end, he has no idea where he is going and he feels pretty low and rejected.

R.Kelly: sup bro? You new here?

Tremaine: yeah, I need help. I cant find room 113, do you know where it is?

R.Kelly: yeah. See, im a senior here. Bow dow wuss. Ive been through these halls before they were even carved.

Tremaine: uhm... Chill... Just need directions bruh.

R.Kelly: respect your elders baby boy *pushes trey into wall*

...

Beyonce: GET OFF OF HIM KELLY.

R.Kelly: aight but he need to recognize who is dealing with. *exits*

Beyonce: oh my god, are you okay?

Tremaine: yeah, thanks.

Beyonce: I am a junior by the name of beyonce knowles, i go by sasha fierce though. Whats your name?

Tremaine: I am Tremaine Aldon Neverson. I go by Trey Songz.
I am a transfer junior as well.

Beyonce: do you need help?

Tremaine: yes, i cant seem to find room 113.

Beyonce: oh thats easy, follow me.

Tremaine and Beyonce are now walking through the hallways makring Treys path. Trey is looking down, watching his never so ending shadow casted on the floor, walk his path.

Tremaine: You look just like my girlfriend. Her name is Nikita Moneē (soon to be) Neverson.

Beyonce: *does manly laugh she usely does* oh really?

Tremaine: Yeah, she look better though... No offence intended.

Beyonce: its because *sings* i woke up like dis.
*laughs* here is your room.

~2 hours later~

Tremaine is now walking to lunch with his two new friend he managed to make by the name of Drake Aubrey Graham and Christopher Maurice Brown.

Christopher: man i gots im hungry.

Drake: You aint got no money though. *holds christophers wallet up taunting*

Christopher: *sings* gimme that.

Drake: *smirks, then sings* im on my worst behavior.

Tremaine: *laughs, then spots Beyonce* thats the girl I told you guys about. She helped me this morning.

Drake: you are lying, shes the most popular girl in school--

Christopher: baby got it goin on.

Tremaine: she aint even all that. You act like shes nikita.

Christopher: bet you dont know her.

Drake: she has feelings. Treat her like a queen.

Christopher: drake, you the type to say no you hang up first to yo homies. Shut up. But Trey, shes powerful, dont mess with her, she once made a kid quit school for blinking wrong.

Tremaine: I aint lying, she was really sweet and we are cool.
*walks over to beyonce, and touches her shoulder to grasp her attention* hey.

Beyonce: never touch a queen peasant. Bow down, bow down, bow down.

Tremaine: *laughing out loud* haha funny, but its me from this morning.

Beyonce: hold on girls *pulls trey to the side* i cant let anybody know that i talk to you.. the new guy.. i have an image to maintain.

Tremaine: thats messed up Bee.

Beyonce: only Jay gets to call me that; he is my walking bank.
*joins group of girls*
You can leave now, you fool. A queen speaks to only royals.

Drake and Christopher are now staring awkwardly at Tremaine and his rejection.

Drake: I am pretty emotional but dang bruh.

Christopher: why did you touch her. You arent only messing with your reputation, but ours as well.

*christopher and drake walk a way* Tremaine is now lonely.

~1 hour and a half later~

Tremaine is now home after a rough first day at Lincoln Wood.
The first person he wants to see is his self proclaimed 'bae'.

Tremaine: baby, ive had a long day *kisses nikita*

Nikita: whats wrong?

Tremaine: for the first time in my life, i feel rejected.

Nikita: what happened?

Tremaine: every move i made was watched and critiqued by fellow students. I gained and lost my first two friends. I was almost in a fight with the beef head senior and a crusty junior named beyonce, runs the school, and dictated my image to everyone. I need you and only you to just hold me while i think.

Nikita: *holds trey*

...
THE END.

EVERYONE NEEDS A FRIEND. DONT LET OTHER OPPINIONS BRING YOU DOWN. ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT THE WILD FIRES.

*Incase you, the reader, did not catch on, the names were names of r&b singers and i quoted song lyrics in many selections.*

Advice

Advice i would give to the incoming sophmore class would be too keep ll their work from freshman? The OGT is not necessarily composed of the hardest elements we have leanred throughout school put together. The test is a bit of random but neutral work. They should not also not miss any days of school. Every moment they have free time is valuable. It should be used to establish an understanding on your work. I wish luck to the sophmores next year and so forth.

Desperate Measures

Approximately two days ago, on March 4th, 2014, I lost my phone. I pretty much have a selective memory of that day. The first detail I can remember is putting it in my bag, behind my literature book but then I remember thinking that maybe I should stick it in my bra. I came out the room a little bit later and what was in my hands was my book-bag along with my shoes. I was thinking that my phone had to be in my bag at this point. I made me a sam-mich after putting my shoes on  and sitting my bag down. (fast forward) Well I was on the bus 15-20 minutes after and I decided to text my ex Nick. I looked in my bag and could not find it so I decided to take everything else out. Then I heard something fall. A freshman behind me asked "Nikita, is my water bottle under your seat?". I replied with no, but now, I have a thought that I dropped it even though I know it could not have happened. I asked to borrow my friends phone to call my mother. I called her and told her about me losing or leaving it from home to the walk to school and responded by telling me she'll aid me in my search. I then had a moment to think once we hung up, so I decided to call back. I know my mother, she feels obligated to go through me and my siblings things, so if she went through my phone, I would have been upset (whether or whether not I had something to hide). When I called my mother back, I asked for my brothers phone number so I could ask him to find it first and turn it off (because I know that once it has been turned off, and then turned back on, a password would need to be entered). I called his phone once receiving it and he didn't even answer (I called twice by the way). So I then had to call my mother for the third time, but I asked her to give my brother the phone. Once she gave it to him, i asked if I left it in the kitchen, he looked while on the phone but did not find it. He then, after permission, searched  through my room. After not finding it again, he tried calling it even though it was on vibrate. He figured he would hear it, especially if it was on a hard surface. He did not find it. I got home later that day I was emotional as much as I thought that I would be. I cleaned my room recently (yesterday on March 5th, 2014) and it is still not found. I looked my room, the bathroom, the closet in the hallway, the living room, under the couches, in the meat draw of my refrigerator, on top of the refrigerator, and I even went as desperate as to look through the garbage. I found nothing. So now, I am phoneless until my mother decides to purchase another.

Trust me

Convincing someone can be hard to do. You can try your hardest but based on past lyings, your convincing can be taken lightly. In a past experience, i had to convince my parents that i did not steal candy. It was about two years ago when my mom bought a bunch of chocolates from her work and she gave me and my siblings some, including my father. We had ate ours except our dad. He ate one and left the other in the refrigerator. It had been in the refrigerator for atleast two weeks and then one day... My dad found interest in it, but it was gone. He instantly pointed fingers at the children even though I knew i had not stole it. I pointed fingers as well. I blamed my little sister because its usually her to do things like this. Anyways, no one has ever admitted to the candy bar theft but at the end of the day, its better that it stays that way because im pretty livid that i have gotten punished along with someone innocent over a stinking one dollar candy bar that my father barely even wanted.

Learn to say I love you in different languages :3 !! -Google Translator sortof... maybe... helped

te amo
je t'aime
Ek is lief vir jou
unë të dua
أحبك
i səni sevirəm
я цябе люблю
আমি তোমায় ভালোবাসি
Обичам те
t'estimo
i nahigugma kaninyo
我爱你
volim te
miluji tě
jeg elsker dig
ik houd van u
i amas vin
Ma armastan sind
Mahal kita
eu te amo
ich liebe dich
Σ 'αγαπώ
હું તમને પ્રેમ guji

Body Paragraph to a letter for Mr. Davis my favorite teacher

I am now learning how to make Biology as important as my math. Math has been my favorite subject since I was little. It was the one subject failure was not an option in, so I gave it my all. I started giving up on Math when I came to Early College but when I start to give up on something I have loved since my youth, I had a revelation. I have high hopes for myself and in order to attend Kent State, which I had previously planned, I need to change my work ethics. The future did not really occur to me as much until my 10th grade year. I am currently still learning my faults and professions and how to better them both. I have recently learned that I raised my GPA as well, this ensures me that I can do anything when I put my mind to it. Hopefully, what I am learning can be put to use in approximately two years, when I adventure myself into college.

OGT