Hello everyone, my name is Cyril.

One summer day, at the park, me and my friend Ansar played handball at the park. It was raining lightly when we got there, so we told his brother to stay under the playground, we were just going to play one handball game. We started the game. The serve was his, when he served, I missed the ball. The score was 1-0.

Second volley. Ansar served the ball, once again I missed.

Third volley. Ansar served the ball, once again I missed.

Fourth volley, it started raining hard. I actually won the volley, but we decided to leave. I hopped on the bike and we all left. Riding home, it was raining extremely hard. You can't imagine how hard it was raining, unless you were in like a hurricane or something.

I was on the bike, Ansar and Wasim were running home. Ansar, being the great brother that he is, took off his shirt to help out his brother because it started to hail.

While on the bike, the hail kept distracting me, distracting me from keeping focus, whether it was the pedaling, the steering, or the watching out for the two, making sure nothing happened.

All day I had this undershirt, it was bothering me so much like EXTREME BOTHER. I took off that shirt, I took it off for Ansar, because he's like my brother. So I gave him my shirt, and I was screaming so much because the hail was hitting me so hard, it hurt like needles pinching me over and over again.

I got home safely. Ansar has my shirt. Wasim got home. Everything's all good. Except for my Bruts. I don't know what happened to them.

My summer assignment, well yeah, I just finished the book. I have to say that,





IT'S ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING STORIES I'VE EVER READ.


I definitely recommend people to read it, I don't do that very often. I don't read often myself. At first I was turned off by the inch thick book, but like it's mad good.



OH YEAH

Well about two days some really like WTF? shit happened. It was really just like one thing, but it was still WTF?

Well someone I know told me, right before we were going to the gym, that out of no where that person said






Wait a minute.

Way too personal.

Sorry can't show this information.

So just this morning, I had a dream. A dream about this girl. It sucks though.

So what I remember about the dream is that I was sitting outside of my house with my guitar. Then all of my friends were there. This girl was with two of her friend playing soccer I think. Yeah, she was near my house. Then they came over to us, no idea why. Then she would like hear me play and she was like amazed and shit, I'm not even that great.

This girl was freaking amazing. All I remember is that she was a brunette, she was wearing a white/navy dress, and she had the most amazing eyes. I think she had hazel eyes, but all I know is that I was mesmerized by them. I can't explain it.

This girl, while in the dream, she gave me the most amazing feeling, like I loved that one moment when I was with her, it was so sublime, it was amazing.

The worst part about it is that.

I don't even remember her name.

I think it's harder than any of your summer assignments. I have to read the Kite Runner by the Afghan guy, and it's 636 pages. I saw the movie, but I'm sure that won't help, this is just too hard.

The other thing that gets me tight about this damn assignment is that it's harder than any of the other classes, the Sophomores, the Juniors, and the Seniors have it easier.

The books' pages have the same reading content as the Kite Runner. Let's see, the Sophomores have to read "Animal Farm" and write like a book report on it. The Juniors have to "The House of Seven Gables" and have to keep a fucking journal on it, and the Seniors have to read "The Glass Menagerie" and write an essay. That book is like 100 pages. Mine is 600 pages. GTFO.

I understand that they don't want us to come into the school thinking it's easy, but that's just too much. I have to keep a journal, and make a fucking kite. gtfo plz

It was pretty cool, even though I was by myself. It was nice seeing all the people, all the stores, and just random stuff. There was one thing that I hate about it though.

The small selection of cloth sizes.

The only store that I saw, where they had a good range of size, was the place like two-three stores down from Supreme? I don't know what it's called, but I have to say, that was the best place I went to there. The only problem was, that I already spent all my money on a Supreme hat -_-

I remember, when I was on the train, there was this man, he gave us a story about how his house(car?) was burned down or something, whether it was real or not, I felt really bad. Either because it had really happened, or that he's so short for cash, he has to con people on a train. I gave him 5 dollars. I felt mad special, and it gave a me a good feeling inside.

Mad hypebeasts in Soho, every other person had a pair of SBs on. I had Colombia XI's, so I'm different :D