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Lmao...

Silly little 15 year old girl with brown skin...

O.O

I don't see how you can even confuse that poem... >.>

right through the lace

of her dress or clothing that she is wearing


You feel like leather, a comment on how long he's kept her.

Leather is smooth.

At least the leather couch in the house is smooth.

Lol.

You should drop by my house sometime...

Feel my leather.

LMFAO!

I'll look into your thought process for future poems.

Well, new stuff is up!

Thanks for the recommendation, Jaft! I'll get to reading your new poem soon.

I think it's okay as long as you put it up in the correct format. X3

otay....

Here's the story... do you want me to shorten it??

It's official... I can't write about anything! I just tried to gain some type of story using osmosis from Tina's arm, but nothing is working!!

I slammed my head against my desk making my dark olive hair flump onto my desk. I tried to hit my head against my desk several times to even get an idea, but I stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Remember," the teacher smiled sweetly though it was not her intent. "Destruction of school property is against the rules..."

I slammed my head against the desk for the last time and nodded. Our teacher walked away still keeping an eye on me and I looked at Tina. Her face of shock was priceless and I only wished that I had my cameraphone...

"You know what's due on Monday..." reminded our teacher as my classmates and I packed up our things and left the classroom when the class ended. I sighed as Tina and I walked down the stairs of the building.

"You can't continue to procrastinate any longer..." Tina scolded. "And you do know that Mrs. Scott was staring you down the whole time??" We dodged the group of scared high schoolers that was touring the campus and headed out the door of the building towards the Cafeteria.

I glowered at Tina who was looking ahead. "Shut up... just because you've got a storyline already..."

"I'm a true writer! I've got talent and you need to stop being jealous." She smiled and flipped her hair to make her seem even more talented and arrogant...
I put my headphones on my ears and try to drown out her persistent bragging. I look at Tina again and her mouth is still moving.... but it's really cool cause it's going to the beat of the song.... Her hands clenched into fists and set it onto her hips which looked like that really hurt... and then I could hear my mother's voice coming from the music and her mouth....

I closed my eyes, took off my headphones and shook my head vigorously... URG!!

"What's wrong? And why were you ignoring me?"

"Don't worry mom," I saluted her. "I'll get on it right away!"

* * *

I sat there, in front of my computer in my crowded, clothes all over the place, looks-like-a-tornado-came-through, room.... and yet again, I found myself following the instructions of a picture I printed out and taped to the bottom of my computer screen. "Head meet desk. Repeat as needed."

"I'm repeating and nothing is happening," I growled at the instructions as I continued to repeat. My mother just happened to walk into the room, or walked in the doorway.

"Gloria, how many times have I told you to clean up your room? What are you doing at the computer?"

"I'm doing my homework..."

"Are you on the internet?" she asked me ignoring my answer. "Ay, child... I don't know what I’m going to do with you... I cook, I clean, I got to work, and you do nothing in the house.... I at least ask you to clean your room and you can't even do that..."

"Mom... I'm just really busy..."

"BUSY!? With what? School? Or Pokemon?" She was right that I was more interested in Anime than anything else, but why is it always Pokemon?? I mean that was the thing about 6 years ago... and out of all of the posters I have on my walls she chooses the one that's for children.... God, I'm 21!!!

She walked out of my room in a huff as I proceeded to walk across the trash and closed my door. I also locked it so that I wouldn't have to hear anymore until dinner...

And went back to my desk to continue my, what I like to call, headdesking....

* * *

Friday and Saturday came and went and I still came up with nothing. But I did learn that headdesking kills brain cells and leaves this horrible red mark on your forehead for a couple of hours. Then it hit me...

I started to type in a fury of clicks and "blaat"s. Don’t ask me about the last onomatopoeia... that's what I think the space bar sounds like....

I had continued to type until the wee hours of the morning. Who knew that it would take me that long?

And as I was printing out my paper, I knew I had a somewhat great idea...

* * *

I held my head proud Monday morning as I handed my paper in to Mrs. Scott. She looked really skeptical about what I had written... typed.... whichever. She also could help but stare at the red mark on my forehead that I had gained over the weekend. I sat in my usual seat and Tina sat next to me. "I had the hardest time writing this thing..." she sighed as she got settled in her seat and then turned to me.”You finished?"

I wanted to be dramatic and held my hand at my chest. "You doubt my abilities?"

"Yes."

"Gloria.... I’d like to see you for a second," called Mrs. Scott as she apparently finished reading my paper. I walked up to her a bit scared and a bit arrogant in my writing abilities.

"You called Mrs. Scott?"

"Yes. It's about your paper...” there was this awkward silence as I waited for the results... "I'm sorry. But you fail this assignment with a 'ph'..."

I looked at her with a shocked and confused look on my face. She then got up to the board and grabbed a piece of chalk to write "PHAIL". "You've failed at this assignment because I wanted you to write a fictional story. Not your life story..."

"But I wrote about a girl named Sarah and her friend Ryann who couldn’t write a fictional story but ended up writing a fictional story about a girl who couldn’t write a fictional story and so on and so forth!!! Is that not fictional enough?!?! And you said that we couldn't write about the genres that have been done over and over again!! Let's see you said romance, sci-fi, mystery, fantasy, horror..."

"Okay... okay.... I give you a D-...." sighed Mrs. Scott as she sat down at her desk and shooed me away.

I sat down in my desk with Tina smiling evilly at me knowing what had just happened. I sighed and she just had to quote a video spoof of an anime I watched. "Heh.... you D- a**...."

I glared at her and then headdesked. "I really hate you about now..."

Class began and ended with the impending doom of failing the class... Tina looked at me. "Don't worry; there'll be more stories to fail..."

She laughed at me haughtily as she left me to brood in my despair...

* * *

I got home that night to become a nerd again and went on my computer...

"OMG..." I typed in...

"What’s wrong Ganglygrl??" They all seemed to type back at once. And yes... that is my username... I don't know... I think that kinda fits...

"I got a D- on my story today... emo "

The immediate tsunami's of "WHAT?!?!?!"s seemed too impossible to take in.

"Wasn’t it supposed to be a story??"

"Yeah..." I sighed. "Apparently she thought that it was my autobiography... is that how sad my life has become??”

The walls of "I wuvs you"s and "I’m sorry"s came down on me... I then refreshed my e-mail seeing that I probably wasn't going to respond in a while. I was shocked.

Mrs. Scott actually e-mailed me... For the first time in my life, a teacher actually used the personal information that we give them....

Silence fell upon the room as I read the e-mail about umpteenth different times.

And then excitedly I switched windows to post.

"OMG."

"So that's where you went.... what the hell happened?"

"I passed."

"Okay........ What happened?"

"My teacher just e-mailed me and said that I passed me got an A on my story... She also said that the scene in the classroom was just for fun... crying "

"You're teacher is sooooo mean"

"That wasn't very nice..."

"Cruelty much??"

I got even more responses in that manner or even worse... they then started to talk about their own cruel teachers. I sighed a big heavy sigh and followed a piece of advice that helped me in times of great need.... "Head meet desk. Repeat as needed."

You don't know how much I repeated that night...

Arigatou!!! *huggles Jaft* 4laugh