Life, ect.

On Tuesday we toured Brianna's new school, Wright School. For those of you who don't know, it's a boarding school for students with behavioral problems. It seemed like a nice place. I've wanted to go to a boarding school since I was around eight, so I find it rather unfair that she gets to. I suggested to my mom that I could develop a mental illness if it might bet me into a school. She was not amused.
If anyone has a camera that they really like, please tell me in the comments. I'll be buying one soon, and want to know what type is best. It's not just for casual photography, so it needs to have a very short lag time.
Today I had writing class with Alaina, Haleigh, and Allie. It was fun. We had to write the ending to The Lady or the Tiger? My ending was great. Three of the five people in it died. I think this means that I've officially read too much Shakespeare.
My book is still coming along great. Here's another paragraph to read:


The brig turned out to be a sort of a jail for a ship. It was extremely dark and unpleasant. There was water above Marco’s ankles in some spots, and the only furniture was a rotting wooden bench spanning the wall and a lantern on a hook. He sat on the bench, hoping it wouldn’t fall. It didn’t.
The man was locking the metal gate. “I’ll get you tomorrow morning. Someone will bring food.” He walked away, his bare feet sloshing loudly in the standing water. The was a moment of silence.
“This sucks.” Thomas was the first to break it.
“I think I see something in the water,” Charlotte said anxiously, drawing her feet out of it.
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Mary replied glumly, also removing her feet.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a snake.”
“It’s most likely an eel.” Marco started at Mary’s answer, and rolled up his jeans, folding his legs Indian-style on the damp wood.
“Do eels sting?” Charlotte asked, sounding even more frightened than before.
“I’ve always thought they shocked you. Or bit. They have lots of little teeth,” observed Thomas.
“Some of them, but others…” Marco wasn’t listening to Mary’s answer. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to care about eels.