This is the first few lines for a book I’m writing. Good or crap?

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Who would have ever guessed that garden gnomes made such excellent projectiles? Squinting in the dark bliss, me and my partners in crime watched as the petit, plastic lawn ornament busted through the window of North Central High and crashed down upon the freshman dancing inside the auditorium. Their screeches of confusion and panic confirmed a job well done. Giving each other a nod of approval, we realized it was just about time for us to run for our lives as the gymnasium doors were kicked open by none other than our physical education teacher and football coach, Mr. Hush, shorty-shorts and all.
“Hold it right there, ya jerkoffs!!!” He exclaimed after giving an ear splitting blow into his whistle.
We were about a good ten or twelve yards away by the time he started sprinting after us. Despite being our guide on the path of health and fitness, Mr. Hush wasn’t in very good shape himself. He wasn’t all that old either; just about 29 or 30. Regardless of this, however, he was balder than a baboon’s ***. Just as red though, as he cursed and swore after us in the darkness, making ridiculous threats and remarks, such as contacting the FBI and tying our spinal cords in to knots when he caught up with us.
Glancing over my shoulder, the little speck about a kilometer away ceased its trash talking and collapsed in the parking lot of the school.

I am currently in high school… I hope to one day become an author and publish my own series of novels (Like J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter or Stephen Meyer’s Twilight Saga, though I don’t think her books are very good honestly..But that’s just my opinion.)

Here’s a short little funny story I wrote a long time ago for my friends. It’s not supposed to be part of any bigger story, I just wrote it for practice.

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Who would have ever guessed that garden gnomes made such excellent projectiles? Squinting in the dark bliss, me and my partners in crime watched as the petite, plastic lawn ornament busted through the window of North Central High and crashed down upon the freshman dancing inside the auditorium. Their screeches of confusion and panic confirmed a job well done. Giving each other a nod of approval, we realized it was just about time for us to run for our lives as the gymnasium doors were kicked open by none other than our physical education teacher and football coach, Mr. Hush, shorty-shorts and all.
“Hold it right there, ya jerkoffs!!!” He exclaimed after giving an ear splitting blow into his whistle.
We were about a good ten or twelve yards away by the time he started sprinting after us. Despite being our guide on the path of health and fitness, Mr. Hush wasn’t in very good shape himself. He wasn’t all that old either; just about 29 or 30. Regardless of this, however, he was balder than a baboon’s ass. Just as red though, as he cursed and swore after us in the darkness, making ridiculous threats and remarks, such as contacting the FBI and tying our spinal cords in to knots when he caught up with us.
Glancing over my shoulder, the little speck about a kilometer away ceased its trash talking and collapsed in the parking lot of the school.
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So, based on this, would you say I’m a pretty good writer for my age?

Also, I apologize if the story I wrote appears disorganized and crammed together… I just copied and pasted it so Yahoo Answers may have made it look messy…

This is the first few lines for a book I’m writing. Good or crap?

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Who would have ever guessed that garden gnomes made such excellent projectiles? Squinting in the dark bliss, me and my partners in crime watched as the petit, plastic lawn ornament busted through the window of North Central High and crashed down upon the freshman dancing inside the auditorium. Their screeches of confusion and panic confirmed a job well done. Giving each other a nod of approval, we realized it was just about time for us to run for our lives as the gymnasium doors were kicked open by none other than our physical education teacher and football coach, Mr. Hush, shorty-shorts and all.
“Hold it right there, ya jerkoffs!!!” He exclaimed after giving an ear splitting blow into his whistle.
We were about a good ten or twelve yards away by the time he started sprinting after us. Despite being our guide on the path of health and fitness, Mr. Hush wasn’t in very good shape himself. He wasn’t all that old either; just about 29 or 30. Regardless of this, however, he was balder than a baboon’s ***. Just as red though, as he cursed and swore after us in the darkness, making ridiculous threats and remarks, such as contacting the FBI and tying our spinal cords in to knots when he caught up with us.
Glancing over my shoulder, the little speck about a kilometer away ceased its trash talking and collapsed in the parking lot of the school.

I thinking anything related to Jesus and also pink garden gnomes.

If i steal the streets garden gnomes at night and put them all on one lawn, all facing the door and knock over other lawn ornaments, would it be a good prank?

So for muck up day, we’re gonna get lots of garden gnomes/garden ornaments and glue them around the school.

We were going to use liquid nail but its pretty expensive. Is there a particulary strong glue that we can use which is pretty inexpensive?

,….. or any other random garden ornament?
Why and what did you do with it?

Peace and many thanks.
Tomatoes, garden gnomes,….. "same difference". I will take it for 2 points yo.

I like decorating my lawn and garden but haven’t done so because I didn’t want it to look gaudy like some people have little garden gnomes and ceramic ducks and such all over the yard. So, I was just wondering what everyone else’s opinions on this would be.