my autobiography

I was born at February 14,1989. I live at Commonwealth Q.C.
I want to tell a story when I do my first terrifying cutting class . It is at the second to the last subject of my schedule it was 2:00 pm of the evening . Its the head breaking trigonometry class i have my female teacher with a terrifying eyes that look like always ready to kill, with a demon looking face. if you wanna see her nahh!!!!!!!!!!! dont even think about it when you see her you'll almost see hell. then I think how can i get out of this mess i have my three choices getting out. First ill gonna go to the canteen and sit there until the time has run out.two play any sports game on the field until the time ends. and three climb the wall that is almost 20 feet tall with 500 spikes on the top. then I think if ill gonna choose one its so very boring waiting up to 5:00pm right.if I choose two she might see me in the field then she might caught me with the gigantic fork and through HELL. I dont want that coz all of the student she caught suffers at the lake of fire Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! then the final might be the greatest one coz no one would know
hehehe then of course I choose the last option

my first english 2 assingnment

To my first love

Dear Irish,

first of all,i wanna say some message for you

When I see your smile Tears run down my face I can't replace And now that I'm stronger
 I've figured out How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul And I know I'll find
deep inside me I can be the one I will never let you falI'll stand up with you forever I'll be
there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me to heaven Seasons are changing
 And waves are crashing And stars are falling all for us Days grow longer and nights grow
shorter I can show you I'll be the one Cuz you're my,  my true love, my whole heart Please
don't throw that away Cuz I'm here for you Please don't walk away,Please tell me you'll stay,
stay Use me as you will Pull my strings just for a thrill And I know I'll be ok Though my skies
 are turning gray