Wait, how did I get here, why?
Let me make a little introduction of myself. My name is Geoffrey Handel, i’m 14 and live in a apartment inn South Korea. I make many spelling mistakes, so see if i care if you can read it. I do have an interesting life ahead of me though. My mother is still back at California selling stuff for our family to get out of debt. My dad is scraping everything for us to get something good to eat, and a little entertainment. My friends split back in Cali, i have no friends here, and my grades are like the worse in the school. Its kinda funny how much stress i have on my shoulders, i took a stress test to see how much stress everyone in the class has. If you were 50-100 you were fine, 100-150 you should check into changing something, and 150-200 was bad, and you need help….I had a score of 365!, and i didn’t even put every little thing!. Ugh, my life is just going down hill in my eyes, but you never know, maybe there might be a girl later in my life, better friends then before. I hope my life get better, only one way to find out. You never know from any stand point if you are going to hell or heaven, ahh god stuff, I’m atusis, auathis, authosmis, what ever that one where you don’t care, way to much people arguing about if god will bring them to haven or if they are all going to hell. I think they are stupid ^^.
My life is going in and out, i get good grades, i eat alone at lunch…i get ahead with a relationship, i get a F on a midterm. My life sucks, i have to think….get good grades, or get a really good relationship. I know what you are thinking (oh Geoffrey, just choose both?!), but i have tried that for the past 2 months, not gonna happen. I think i have chooses the opposite of the grades, i have always sucked at school, in my mind all i need to do is graduate from high school and go to collage, and get some type of degree to i’m better than have to the people in America. My dad will never drop from high school. Oh yes, i forgot to tell you the best part ^^, but dad is the PRINCIPAL of my school, there is like a whole tone of stress all over on my face, i can make a suit of it, no i can make a tone of suits, and open a men stress warehouse!?! Ahh, i hope my life only goes up from here, all i can do is ask for help. Help Me.
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