Day 2 and 3

You can be inspired without even noticing, being inspired is not temptation, it's not love and it's not obaying. Its passion its having faith you can do something and doing it. Today I got on my school bus, I sat on the top with my friend Jessica and Maya. Suddenly a crowd came around my school bus gasping, shouting and yelling. I saw 50 scared and cying eyes looking in to the windows of my bus. I looked down at them, a girl pointed to the bottom floor of the bus. My sister sat there, i was worried, scared I had no idea what was going on. Nobody did.
5 minutes later 3 boys ran out of the bus sprinting of into the distance, they werent from our school. A boy, a freind of mine, came out of the bus batterd and beaten. These 3 boys had stormed in to our bus and hit my freind.
This morning was a normal, boring schoolday morning. The end of the day was a shock, but a inspiration to all of us and most of us did'nt even realise.
I'm not saying what happend was good but I tell you, its teached a very important lesson. Nobody wanted to end up like those guys. Nobody.

I would like to inspired chilldren to not end up like that, beating people and being hated by all in witness. So everyday I write on my blog I'll write a new paragraph to a story Im making. But I only start making this story right now!

I clenched my fists staring at what i had just created, death was what. "what have you done." She whisperd in to my ears, her golden hair swaying back and forth. "I bet you feel very bad, don't you? Your a bad person Jack, you murderd someone!" A sly smile crossed her face. I loved Beth but sometimes she scared me, when she got in these wird moods. "He-hel-help me hide the body." I whisperd shaking all over. I was shocked, me? do this? People had always said she was a bad influence, a hold your coat merchant, but i never listend. Was she?