Ok what do you guys think about this story? So I was walking to the store right? And some stranger walked up to me and said, "You're Hanna Bolli right?" in an english accent. I said, "Um no i'm not. Actually I don't even know who hanna bolli is." I walked past him and strolled down the street. Pretty soon I heard footsteps coming behind me. "Hanna Bolli, you know the famous actress," the man said panting. "Sorry, I've never heard of her," I said grinning. "Oh! That smile is definitely Hanna Bolli!" At this point I was getting pretty sick of the whole ordeal but I humored the man and said, "Alright, you're right. Do you want my autograph or something?" The man nodded his head vigorously and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. I signed Hanna Bolli on the paper, handed it to the very excited man and walked on. I got to the store and was in the fruit aisle when I saw some other guy running up to me. "Hanna Bolli!!! Please can I have a picture with you?" Alright that guy must've told others. I said my name isn't hanna bolli but you can have a picture anyway. He obviously thought I was joking when I said my name wasn't Hanna bolli so he handed a camera to a passerby and stood next to me. Man!! I was getting tired of this. The rest of the day I dodged society and hid from any woman, man ,boy, girl or anyone that passed my way.
I wasn't imagining the girl living in britian but she might she might I was thinking of her being around oh say middle girl age. Sarah your story is quite spectacular! It reminds me of the good ol playroom days.
The rest of the day I dodged society and hid from any woman, man, boy, girl or anyone that passed my way. When I finally got to my apartment complex, I ran up the stairs to room 1104. Yeah, eleven flights of stairs. It was the cheapest one, what can I say? I locked the door behind me just in case anybody was stalking me. “Why do people think I’m Hanna Bolli?” I asked myself aloud. “Who is Hanna Bolli?” I walked across the empty living room and sat down on a rickety old chair. “I’m a dirty little rat orphan!” Well at least I thought I was dirty. I couldn’t tell as I didn’t have enough money to buy such trifles as mirrors. See, after I escaped from the orphanage, I didn’t have the job of delivering Bold Magazine anymore. (At the orphanage I was at, they had all the orphans deliver some kind of periodical.) I used the money I had saved up to rent an apartment. The only way for me to earn money now is by helping my neighbor Justina baby-sit. I barely earn enough money for food not to mention the rent. It only costs $50 a month but that’s a lot to me. I always have to be wary when seeing people. Who knows who might be after me? Anyway, while I was in the midst of pondering my predicament concerning Hanna Bolli, there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” I asked in a deep voice. “Justina,” was the reply. I opened the door and let her in. Justina was the only one outside the orphanage who knew I escaped. “Do you want some meatloaf? I brought some leftovers,” she said procuring a small Tupperware box from her bag. “Sure, thanks,” I said gratefully. W walked to a small table in the kitchen, which was just an old stove, a small sink, and a small fridge. “Carmen,” Justina said. (Yes, my name is Carmen.) “My mom is getting a little suspicious. Today she noted that your parents have been gone a long time, longer than she would ever leave me and my brothers. I told her that you said their flight was delayed but she didn’t buy it.” I had thought about this ever since I told her mom that my parents were just on a trip. What am I supposed to do? I chewed the meatloaf in thought. Justina was also silently thinking up a plan. “You could say you found out they died and that’s why they aren’t here yet,” she said. “But then I would just be sent back where I was. That wouldn’t help.” I finished the meatloaf and washed the bowl. “Have you ever heard of Hanna Bolli?” I asked. “No, who is she?” “Supposedly she’s a famous actress. Today some people mistook me for her. One guy even took a picture with me!” I said half laughing. “You let someone take your picture?” Justina asked incredulously. “Yeah, what of it?” I asked. “Don’t you realize that people might recognize you? I mean what if that guy sells it to Bold Magazine!” “You’re right! Crap!” I cried.
I like it. some parts are kind of confusing maybe because it seems like you miss words or you accidentally type an extra letter sometimes. heh but the story is cool.
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Ok what do you guys think about this story?
So I was walking to the store right? And some stranger walked up to me and said, "You're Hanna Bolli right?" in an english accent.
I said, "Um no i'm not. Actually I don't even know who hanna bolli is." I walked past him and strolled down the street. Pretty soon I heard footsteps coming behind me.
"Hanna Bolli, you know the famous actress," the man said panting.
"Sorry, I've never heard of her," I said grinning.
"Oh! That smile is definitely Hanna Bolli!" At this point I was getting pretty sick of the whole ordeal but I humored the man and said, "Alright, you're right. Do you want my autograph or something?" The man nodded his head vigorously and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. I signed Hanna Bolli on the paper, handed it to the very excited man and walked on. I got to the store and was in the fruit aisle when I saw some other guy running up to me.
"Hanna Bolli!!! Please can I have a picture with you?" Alright that guy must've told others. I said my name isn't hanna bolli but you can have a picture anyway. He obviously thought I was joking when I said my name wasn't Hanna bolli so he handed a camera to a passerby and stood next to me. Man!! I was getting tired of this. The rest of the day I dodged society and hid from any woman, man ,boy, girl or anyone that passed my way.
thats pretty cool i guess.
jk its cool
I wasn't imagining the girl living in britian but she might she might I was thinking of her being around oh say middle girl age. Sarah your story is quite spectacular! It reminds me of the good ol playroom days.
More of the Hanna bolli story
The rest of the day I dodged society and hid from any woman, man, boy, girl or anyone that passed my way. When I finally got to my apartment complex, I ran up the stairs to room 1104. Yeah, eleven flights of stairs. It was the cheapest one, what can I say? I locked the door behind me just in case anybody was stalking me.
“Why do people think I’m Hanna Bolli?” I asked myself aloud. “Who is Hanna Bolli?” I walked across the empty living room and sat down on a rickety old chair. “I’m a dirty little rat orphan!” Well at least I thought I was dirty. I couldn’t tell as I didn’t have enough money to buy such trifles as mirrors. See, after I escaped from the orphanage, I didn’t have the job of delivering Bold Magazine anymore. (At the orphanage I was at, they had all the orphans deliver some kind of periodical.) I used the money I had saved up to rent an apartment. The only way for me to earn money now is by helping my neighbor Justina baby-sit. I barely earn enough money for food not to mention the rent. It only costs $50 a month but that’s a lot to me.
I always have to be wary when seeing people. Who knows who might be after me? Anyway, while I was in the midst of pondering my predicament concerning Hanna Bolli, there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” I asked in a deep voice.
“Justina,” was the reply. I opened the door and let her in. Justina was the only one outside the orphanage who knew I escaped.
“Do you want some meatloaf? I brought some leftovers,” she said procuring a small Tupperware box from her bag.
“Sure, thanks,” I said gratefully. W walked to a small table in the kitchen, which was just an old stove, a small sink, and a small fridge.
“Carmen,” Justina said. (Yes, my name is Carmen.) “My mom is getting a little suspicious. Today she noted that your parents have been gone a long time, longer than she would ever leave me and my brothers. I told her that you said their flight was delayed but she didn’t buy it.” I had thought about this ever since I told her mom that my parents were just on a trip. What am I supposed to do? I chewed the meatloaf in thought. Justina was also silently thinking up a plan.
“You could say you found out they died and that’s why they aren’t here yet,” she said.
“But then I would just be sent back where I was. That wouldn’t help.” I finished the meatloaf and washed the bowl. “Have you ever heard of Hanna Bolli?” I asked.
“No, who is she?”
“Supposedly she’s a famous actress. Today some people mistook me for her. One guy even took a picture with me!” I said half laughing.
“You let someone take your picture?” Justina asked incredulously.
“Yeah, what of it?” I asked.
“Don’t you realize that people might recognize you? I mean what if that guy sells it to Bold Magazine!”
“You’re right! Crap!” I cried.
I like it. some parts are kind of confusing maybe because it seems like you miss words or you accidentally type an extra letter sometimes. heh but the story is cool.
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