Teens Lifestyle: The Angry Mob – Story Based

In most towns and cities you could prove anything admit again and again that’s why you find that people read it again and again. It’s only because you came here with your brothers too yet if you came here on your own you’d be dead this is the only way you follow what others do and there’s no excuse to say you’re easily lead. No matter you can choose anything these days now because you know you’ll loose again and so you could do anything but remember why should you do anything again and again?
Yet it’s only when you came here with your brothers too all those years ago because you knew that if you came here alone your dead the minute you stepped foot on the other side. You may find yourself up in a tree until your turning blue reminding yourself by repeating everything that you’ve read in the book.
Yet we go with a letter to ask if you could fix it for me because we need entertainment to keep us all of the streets. We will let you sleep softly in your bed tonight. You can try anything but no one would know apart from you and me because you can stop at anything but it starts with just one then turns into twos then threes. That’s when you had an idea for a club for teens to stay off the streets and reduce the gang crimes in the area.
It’s only because you came here with your brothers too that’s why we made the papers because you told us if you came here on you’re own you’d be dead; now we reached to your age we raise a glass or two, as we know in Hackney talk in heaven that you raise a fist or two as you told us to get a shopping basket and put it on you’re head. Even though we thought that was odd when we first joined but then on it became your statue.
So here we go with the letter of can you fix it for me at the 24 hour club to keep us off the streets so you can sleep softly in your bed tonight. We are the angry mob we read the papers everyday to pick out who we like and who we hate at the club because we also easily swayed. Yet at least we know how to stay off the streets now and starting to clear up our acts.


Teen lifestyle: “Dinosaur” – Story Based

D-I-N-O-S-A-U-R a dinosaur one little child coming up to their father as they were playing in the park. Yet just down in the town centre far away from the father and child; teens huddle in a near by restaurant when a few middle age men who the teens think that they are old, had started to hit on them (meaning coming on to them) and few teens will think this weird and freak them out. By all means which is a right thing to do is by moving away and call for help; however you have other teens who would go and stand up for themselves, which most likely go something like this in my day or still does now I do not know.

D-I-N-O-S-A-U-R a dinosaur an old man hitting on me like what? You need a cat scan. (Pretty sure they don’t even know what a cat scan is I like to point out) old man why are you staring at me eyes on me and my friends? It’s kinda creepy you should be prowling around the Old folk’s home come on due! Leave us alone. At first we thought it was kinda ill when we saw that your were like a billion and still out trying to make a killing. Just get back to the museum.

Hey dinosaur you’re pre-historic that’s what you are; your a carnivore would you like some meat I know it. You’re pretty old. Not long now until you’re a senior citizen you will start strut around with that sexy tank of oxygen; oh honey your toupee is falling to your left side. Get up and go bro! Oh wait you’re fossilised!

Online Diary Entries: “When I grow up” – based on a story

As I was growing up boys would call you sexy you just walked on by with a flatter smile or just give them a look to say “oh really” like you actually don’t care; you see every time you turn around you would scream to get my attention, yet I wasn’t interested in that sort of thing even if I should have done and now that I’ve got a confession. When I was young I pretended that I didn’t want attention but secretly I actually wanted attention from all the boys; I promised myself that I’d do anything to not get noticed but wish I did, then again I ain’t complaining now because I like my little lot of admires and I like my attention that I’m getting.

Then at that age we all wanted to be famous and date stars knowing that its all too good to be true. Yet now go ahead and say what you want to say because you know what it’s like to be nameless; you might as well make them know that know what your name is, when I was younger I knew what I wanted to say then and my dream was at the age.

This what I would of said when I was younger; when I grow up I want be famous, I want to be an star, and I want to be in movies. My closes guy friend once said to me was “when I grow up I want to see the world, drive nice cars and I want groupies” another girl replies “when I grow up be on tv where people know me read about me on magazines” and another girl replies “when I grow up I want to be fresh and clean be the number one chick who steps out onto the scene”

Yet you have to be careful what you wish for because you might actually get it; you just might get it but people use to tell me that I was silly, until I popped up on tv in their living room making them drop their cups off tea or coffee and I always wanted to be a superstar and knew singing songs would get me this far.

They never told you to be careful what you wish for because you might actually get it. Now that I see them staring at me because I’m such a trendsetter all I can say is yes this is true because what I do no one can do it better; you talk about me like I’m a hot topic but yet I see you watching me back then thinking I wasn’t going to do anything with my life, but now your watching me like “I wish I gave you the benefit of the doubt knowing how much you wanted it”

Teen lifestyle: “Backstabber” – Story Based

Life as a teen is very confusing when you think you could trust someone who thought they were you’re close friend until one day you find out that they are actually backstabbers. Your bored, stoned, sitting in your basement all alone because your little conversations got around; yet look here because guess what we all found out, looked what we found, a lier a cheat and most importantly a backstabber.

You’ve got a set of loose lips on you twisting all of the stories that aren’t true; all because you’re jealous of what I’ve got and what other people have but honestly I know what you’re all about, so this is what you’re all what your talking about and girl you’re such a backstabber. You’re such a shit talker and everybody knows it. You have a big mouth more than everyone that I’ve ever known.

Backstabbers all the talk but can’t deal with it if it’s happening to them; I’m sick and tired of hearing about my life from people who think they know me better because of your lies, they are so wrapped up so tight about it maybe you should shut your mouth and yet you never shut your mouth.

Honestly I think it’s kinda funny that you wasting your breath talking about me; it got me thinking and feeling that its kinda special because this is what your all about, everybody knows that you’re a shit talker after they finding out that its all not true and now they’ve turned against you because your a backstabber.

Katie to the left there just there to ripping off my style damn Jeanie why did you go around telling everyone about my sex life? All I ever did was drive you broke ass around pick you up and take you out when your car broke down. Girls you’re such a backstabber taking all the truth but twisting and telling everyone; showing your true colours of how manipulative you are as your running you’re mouth more than everyone that I have known, and everybody knows that you look like a raven lunatic. Yeah everybody knows backstabber.

Teen lifestyle: Blah Blah Blah

I’m standing in the tennis court at school with a group around me; I just can’t believe what’s coming out of your mouth, it’s just blah blah blah to me because all of it is wrong, lies and everything so just zip your lips like a padlock nobody needs to know how said your life is or how jealous you are about mine. Just meet me at the back with jack and the jukebox I really don’t care where you live or which boy you stole because let me just hit you as I know I’m not that little bitch that you been chit chatting about. Just show me where your dick is at if you have one that is.

My music is up I’m just listen to new hot stuff; I’m in love with this song called “ignorance” so just hush, oh please love just shut up I’ve heard enough with your talking.Stop ta-ta-talking about that because it’s all blah blah blah; you think you’ll be getting this, getting all that because your a spoilt little brat and everybody knows that you self centred. Nah nah nah your not sitting in my back car or getting a lift home because you think we are good friends.

You just keep on talking about that how you love mum because she’s way better than yours blah blah blah. Oh come on I really don’t care about your middle name is or how much you delay the class for your stupidity because you flirt with every guy teacher. You always be saying some shit and I all I say is out loud is “BLAH BLAH BLAH,” just stop talking already. I just want to set your hair alight or smash your face in because I just don’t care anymore.