Just to be warned guys I've never ever wrote a story by myself before! Once there was a young lad named Joe, Joe's 15 years old and lives in a small place calls Leicester. "Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to Joe, Happy birthday to me." There I was a sad little kid who was all by himself singing to myself on my birthday. My family left me after confessing that I was bi-sexual and soon after my friends also had left me. I know it's short but it's late, just tell me whether to continue or not!
Naw, don't give up. Keep tryin or ya will NEVA unlock your TRUE POTENTIAL!!!!!!! If Eminem gave up THERE would be no Eminem. SO KEEEP TRYIN
Once upon a time, from a far kingdom away, was a young adult named jack. Now this story won't be easy to read and if you get sensitive really easy I wouldn't bother reading this, if not I hope you enjoy this story. "Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to Jack... Happy birthday to me..." I sat alone in my rented apartment singing happy birthday to my self over and over again hoping that someone would just knock on my door and say "happy birthday bro" or "happy birthday mate" but no one did turn up like usual. It's been 5 years and everyone one of those years I've had to spend crying and singing happy birthday to my self, had to buy my own birthday cake and even buy my own present, wrap it up and pretend I didn't know what is was and put a card next to it saying it was from my family. -5 years ago- "It's the end of the day students, pack away your things and then you may leave"... Any better guys