My Story Chapter two part one

Chapter Two
School. Just the name of the place strikes fear in the hearts of children worldwide. But it didn't scare Tansi. Having always been good at school, Tansi had been able to skip a grade. She had not had many friends in her old grade, so didn't mind moving up. When she entered her new homeroom on her first day in a new grade, She tripped over Samson, who was lying on the ground where he had previously fallen. laughing, she had helped him to his feet and went to sit elsewhere in the room.
Homeroom for them was math, and Samson was terrible at it. While Tansi made straight A's at every test, Samson was on the verge of failing a grade. Frustrated, their teacher assigned Tansi to be Samson's tutor. At first Samson was Horrified and Indignant about being tutored by a girl, but when he got an A on his test, he learned to appreciate it.
As the semester rolled on, Samson and Tansi became good friends.

A boy on his first date
The prom was in the evening.
He'd asked his favorite girl
His head was really spinning,
As he knocked on the door.
His head filled up with butterflies.
His heart was a pounding drum.
Of all the things he could have said,
He barely managed "Um...."
She sweetly smiled at him.
He managed a shaky grin.
Then holding hands nervously,
They quickly entered in.
At first they talked awkwardly.
Then, almost in a trance,
He bowed at her politely,
And asked her for a dance.

I'll write something

AS i'm in class, i just said to Becka "I'll write something"
So i will, because i don't wanna dissapoint anyone.
So here i sit, writing anything i feel like and getting nowhere...
But there is something quite awesome about this:
It sounds and looks somewhat poetic.
Doesn't it?
I have just decided to name a character CIEVOTH
but what shall this character look like?
The name was NEVER MEANT TO BE BORN>
and was on one of those 'type whatcha see' thingies
that becka was typing
to get on FANFICTION
and so now i have written something. Thank you for your time.
Emma

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.