Voices+-+Bob+&+Vocabulary

=Story #1: Bob=

Paula found her gaze drawn to the chubby saxophonist. The guy was completely creepy and disgusting looking. His face was screwed up and it looked as if he had swallowed something unpleasant and couldn't get the taste out of his mouth. He was the kind of person who doesn't do very well in school, says mean things about other kids, and then cries when he gets in trouble or someone is mean back. Paula wished that she didn't know him, but seeing as this was a school talent show, he was in her school, and therefore it was almost impossible not to see him during school.

Just then he blew a note on his saxophone that sounded like the air being let out of a ball, and the song was, to the relief of many of the watchers, over. There followed a scatter of nervous clapping, and only one person in the crowd seemed in the least bit enthusiastic about clapping, and that kid was only clapping because he was the saxophonist's friend. "Go, Bob!" he exclaimed.

"Thanks, Bill!" Bob said back in a raspy voice.

The principal of the school walked up onto the stage and said in a voice that clearly said that he wished there wasn't a talent show for young kids to show of their so-called talent, "Thank you for that unique playing, Bob. Now if you will please get off the stage and the next person can go so that we can all get back to learning, it would be slightly appreciated."

=Story #2: Vocabulary=

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. She couldn't think of anything to describe anything, but it wasn't too bad because her friends also had really bad words for telling about stuff, and they could all, like, totally figure out what they were talking about to each other.

One day during the day when she actually had to go into a room and like learn something, the teacher totally asked her a question. "Nelly, what's the capital of Mexico?"

"Well, I think it's something with two words, but I'm, like, totally not sure," Nelly said.

"Joni just said the answer a few minutes ago," the teacher said, sighing and putting her hand on her forehead.

"Well, how am I supposed to know. It's not like I pay attention or anything."

"I'm sorry Nelly, but can you please see me after class?"

Nelly replied, "Ok, but, like, when is class over because I've like, so got to get my nails done at three."