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Llamas are cute
I hate llamas
*sniffles*
Cus I don't like people like rue, shy and unwilling to talk out... Also I thought Peeta should have died!!!
1st.
1st.
1st.
LLAMAS AND SNAILS ARE SUPER CUTE AND I HOPE THEY ARE THE FUTURE LEADERS OF THIS WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OMG I GOT FIRST!!!!!!!!!!
Noo I wasn't the one to steal stars dedication!!!
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I was going to pass dedication rights to Star!
HAHAHAHA IN UR FACE STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
right a dedication . . . . . . .
(I bet u guys arent gonna like this . . . . )
Same actually...
But I was also goin to half dedicate it to Derek's glasses!!
Llamas are fat and ugly and snails are pointless creatures!!!
*pokes everyone*
My dedication goes to the golden god - we all love u! it also goes to rue and prim - may we all be with u. MY DEDICATION ALSO GOES TO THE STRAIGHT JACKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE GONNA MEET DEREK LANDY OR ELSE!!! dun dun dun.
most importantly my dedictaion goes to LLAMAS AND SNAILS - U ROCK MY WORLD!
IT GOES TO THE FREEDOM OF LLAMAS AND WISH THAT THEY WILL STOP EATING SNAILS IN FRANCE :'(
THANKYOU TO SPARKY FOR GIVING ME THE CHANCE FOR GOING INTO THE STRAIGHT JACKETS!!
THANKYOU
GOOOOOO SNAILS AND LLAMAS!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS THE THIRD TIME TODAY THIS HAS HAPPEND TO ME! I EVEN WROTE MY DEDICATION OUT! DAMN CONFLIVTING ERRORS! I HATE LAMAS!
I g2g cus its 10:45 pm and it's school tomorrow and I've got to finish my HG ff chapter!!! Bye!!!
Previous page is full of a whole lot of great stuff *two thumbs up* great.
Ooooooo someone else is going to be in my dedication. *coughs to get attention* It goes to Eve/live chickens because they r yummy. it goes to thrust and sparky because their stories r amazing. it also goes to nobody becuase we both peer pressured sparky into giving us a position in the straight jackets. it also goes to tanith - she better come back to us! it also goes to valkyrie and fetcher - i hope they get back together. and last of all it goes to skulduggery pleasant. just for being skulduggery. (wont it b funny if he finds true love?????!)
OKay im also putting star in my dedication. so everyone can laugh at her humility for missing out on !st three times in a row =) Aren't i evil????
Thank you so much FreakFan!
*hugs her*
*sits on the floor with arms folded*
OH ROBIN!
I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY LIKE YOU STORY!
hahaha isnt it a coincidence that my comment was:
LLAMAS AND SNAILS ARE SUPER CUTE AND I HOPE THEY ARE THE FUTURE LEADERS OF THIS WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And i didnt even mean to b the first comment!!!
Mwahehehehehelalalalfofofofofzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Llamas and Snails
I NOW HATE LLAMAS, FOOTBALL, AND FREAKFAN. SPARKY WHY DID YOU LET FREAKFAN JOIN THE STRAIGHT JACKETS?
I WOULDN'T MIND SO MUCH IF I HADN'T MISSED THREE PAGES! BY ABOUT A MILLIMETRE!
OK moaning time over. What are we discusing that isn't llamas or snails?
Oh wow, er, thanks Sparky
Okay im also putting robin in my dedication for having another amazing story even tho i havent read it yet =P
But I do!
and ur welcome sparky =)
Ha thanks
NO ONE ELSE GETS IN THE STRAIGHT JACKETS TILL I. SAY. SO.
star u should b happy! I put u in my dedication. even tho it may have embarrassed u. and now u r in my dedication along with my llamas and snails!!!!!!!
I will set the rare Albanian Yellow Jet Falcon on the next person who asks! It will not be pretty
THANK YOU ROBIN!
Ha freakfan my dedications longer than yours. Even if i haven't actually dedicated it to anything yet.
i dont care. as long as i get the main things in my dedication, im happy - unlike u =P
I DO NOT WANT TO BE IN ANYTHING WITH LLAMAS! ESPECIALLY IF THAT THING IS SMALL!.
Althought llamas are also mentioned in my dedication. And so are you freakfan.
*evil grin*
okay everyone this is a final goodbye! i hope u dont get the next dedication and i hope that u dont have to use that rare Albanian Yellow Jet Falcon, Robin! Bye Sparky, Robin and Star! (Dont u feel proud robin becuase i included u in my dedication!!!! and u sparky!!!!! and u star!!!!!!!! and of course the llamas and snails and derek landy and . . . . . . . i better stop now)
Goodbye!
Llamas and Snails Out
What's Robin up to?
LOL Bye
I want to use the rare Albanian Yellow Jet Falcon
*strokes the rare Albanian Yellow Jet Falcon* soon
*strokes the rare Albanian Yellow Jet Falcon* soon
TWICE AGAIN GODDAMMIT *smash laptop*
I bet freakfan hasn't really gone. She pretented she had before when she hadn't.
*eats all the llamas there are* HEY! FREAKFAN! I JUST ATE ALL THE LLAMAS!
I NEED A GIRLS NAME!
Has johanna gone now then?
Goodie or baddie and how old?
Jill.
What do you mean sparky?
I like the name Johanna for a character name
Scarlet's best friend.
Rachael bethany scarlett sky marigold sapphire ruby emerald emily emma hollie jane jasmine
I always liked the names Alanna and Raya
Kate katie jessica honey cherry
*grits teeth*
Not Rachel. Even if I was going to use that name-
THERE IS NO EXTRA F*CKING A.
Alice rebecca sophie stephanie lucy elizabeth abigail
Thank God someone knows how to spell it.
Sparky chill, I don't use it either
@ sparky: Yes there is. At least in england there is.
Jade amber rosie stella isabelle isabella
Well then ENGLAND IS STUPID.
Megan imogen alexandra
Molly polly
I am English, I do not spell it with an a, thanks Sparky
Lily and Niamh too
Have you at least got an idea of what you're looking for Sparky?
...
Haven't gotten the right name yet...
I know we drive on the left side and spell honor honour and favorite favourite and color colour.
Ever stacia sabine honor angela
I always kind of like Melanie
A normal name, slightly out there but not too much, very wierd?
It is spelt colour. And honour.
I'm Aussie. You colonised me.
THERE IS NO EXTRA A.
I know that Sparky. Colour, Honour, no a.
Kaida - where have I heard that one? Regardless I like it.
GOT A NAME!!!
Are we even warm yet Sparky cuz so far I'm noting all mine down because I like them
Oh briliant what?
Sara!
Scarlet and Sara
Yeppers.
Fair enough
It's the last names I get stuck on.
Don't want them too cheesy and yes a lot of mine are but honestly, they get worse
It's the last names I get stuck on.
Don't want them too cheesy and yes a lot of mine are but honestly, they get worse
It's the last names I get stuck on.
Don't want them too cheesy and yes a lot of mine are but honestly, they get worse
Thalia willow violet rise rosemaey grace tia
Star?
Three, are you actually friggin kidding me. *boils laptop*
Oh you got one! Good. I was begining to run out of names.
Hi i'm still here. Had network trouble but fine now.
Sparky what tine is it in australia? Here it's 11:34 PM
Yeah good point Star may actually go in a moment
It is 10:36am.
And sparky's not really here. She's writing
Wow! About 24 hours difference!
It's slipping in and out of madness at will that can make you a genius.
Precisely, I'm going to leave now
And what about slipping in and out of exsanity?
Hey Star, wanna read my story?
OK. I'm leaving too. Bye!
It's the ability to slip in and out of insanity of your own accord which will one day make you a genius.
Yes! Still here! I do!
Yay!
Gimme fiiive minutes.
WHAT ABOUT EXANITY?!?
exsanity?
Right well...
What is this 'exanity' or 'exsanity' of which you speak
Well. . ?
I have no idea.
Au revoir
Go back a few pages and read Negativesanity's comments. Exanity's when an insane person goes insane. Or, rather exane. I thought exanity was a cool idea.
^exsane not exane
Almost ready!
An insane peron goes insane known as exanity. Excellent. Well I was saying nothing of the sort so I bid you farewell.
Exsanity exsanity exsanity
or exsanity
Scarlet walked out of school, her two ‘friends’ complaining about a Maths test or something.
‘Scarlet, what do you think?’ One of them asked. Scarlet turned, glaring. The two girls cowered.
‘I think that you wouldn’t be complaining as much if you had been paying attention in Maths instead of drooling at Travis.’ She scowled and kept walking. The girls looked at each other, looked back at Scarlet, realised they were being left behind and caught up with her.
‘Scarlet, you can’t treat us like that. You lucky to even, like, be talking to us.’ The second said. Scarlet stopped and faced them again.
‘Lucky? Lucky? How could anyone possibly think of me as lucky when I have two morons following me everywhere? Your constant chatter is turning my brain to mush. Goodbye Charlotte. Goodbye Jessica.’ And with that Scarlet walked home by herself, feeling like she should’ve done that three weeks ago when the two idiots had started to follow her like lost puppies. Scarlet sat down on her favourite bench at the park and started doing her homework. About five minutes later, a boy sat at the other end of the bench.
* * *
Two boys peeked around the corner. They were looking at an enormous set of doors. The doors were tall and grey. They looked like steel, but the boys couldn’t tell from the distance.
‘Dude, it can’t be true.’ The first said.
‘Shush! Travis, if they hear us, we are dead meat.’ The second whispered frantically. Travis laughed.
‘It is! I swear, it is.’
‘Prove it.’ Travis smirked.
‘Okay. Look at the entrance. If it wasn’t the entrance, why are there people guarding it? And why are there chains and locks around the door?’
‘Ace, it could be a prison.’ Travis said.
‘Travis! You know that isn’t a prison. You took me to the prison.’ Ace groaned.
‘True. But I still don’t believe you.’ Travis said. Ace sighed.
‘C’mon, if we stay any longer we’ll get caught.’
‘Fine.’ Travis grinned. They headed back to Ace’s house.
‘Travis I am sure that was the place.’ Ace insisted, walking in the gutter.
‘Why? Ace, really, why?’ Travis asked.
‘Because it makes sense. The doors would be small or decorated if it were for, say, the town hall.’ Ace was about to continue, when he saw a girl walking on the other side of the road. ‘Sorry Travis, got to go.’ Ace ran after her. Travis watched him go and shrugged.
* * *
Scarlet ignored the boy, concentrating on her homework. The boy said nothing. He sat, watching Scarlet intently and didn’t say a word. After twenty minutes Scarlet sighed, put her work down and scowled at him.
BYE!
I'll read tomorrow Sparky. I'm going to be killed by my parents otherwise.
‘Are you here to stalk me, or tell me something? Because I don’t like people breathing down my neck while I work.’ She said, impatiently. The boy said nothing. Scarlet glared at him, something that generally made people cower. The boy stared back at her. Scarlet frowned slightly and glowered again. She inspected him. He had short black hair. His eyes were dark and his skin was pale.
‘Scarlet Grant, you have an assignment.’ He said. His voice was deep and menacing.
‘I do. I have a Maths assignment and a Science assignment and a History assignment- I could go on all day. But I am sure that isn’t what you mean.’
‘You are correct. Here.’ He handed her a folder. ‘You have one week to decide whether you will comply or not. If you do agree, I shall be seeing you again. If not, it was nice meeting you.’ He got up and walked away. Scarlet watched him walk away, very confused. She shook her head and finished her homework. Then she checked to see if anyone was around. No one was. She picked up the folder and looked at the outside. It was cream and made of cardboard. It looked very, very professional. Scarlet opened it up and started reading.
* * *
Ace followed the girl, silently. Eventually she walked into an empty alley.
‘Hello again Ace Collins.’ She said, not turning. Ace had been approached by the same girl and few days previously. She had long, straight black hair, dark eyes and pale skin.
‘I showed Travis. He didn’t believe me. And I want to know your name.’ Ace replied.
‘My name isn’t important. I told you that boy didn’t trust you. Are you ready?’
‘Your name is important. Show me the folder.’ He said, narrowing his eyes. The girl turned around and handed him the folder.
'My name is not important. You have one week to decide whether you will comply or not. If you do agree, I shall be seeing you again. If not, it was nice meeting you.' And with that she turned and left. Ace watched her go, then left for a nearby park. He sat down near a pond and looked at the folder. It was cream and cardboard. It looked extremely official. Ace opened it and started reading.
* * *
Scarlet finished reading the folder and looked at the bottom of the last page. There was a dotted line where she would sign if she agreed. She checked her watch and got up. She needed to go home. She got up, thinking about what they were asking her to do. It was ludicrous. Scarlet was only fourteen after all. She got home and walked straight to her mini library. She dropped her stuff on the floor and placed the folder on her desk. She then scanned her bookshelf, looking for her book on law. Scarlet picked out the book and flicked to the table of contents. Chapter Twelve- Laws. She checked up the list. Accepting the assignment would result in her breaking several laws. But she wanted to know more. She looked at the folder. It had said something in it about working with a partner. Who? She didn’t want the black-haired boy. He was creepy. And the first person Scarlet had met that didn’t react to her glare. People could meet it, and then shy away. But never stare back. It worried Scarlet greatly that anyone could do that. She looked across at her desk again. This was exactly what she had been wishing for. But now it was waiting for her she wasn’t so sure.
* * *
Ace walked back to the doors as he was reading. The girl had said that the doors were The Entrance.
‘The entrance to what?’ He had asked.
‘The Entrance to The Vacuum.’
‘What, you mean The Vacuum?’
‘Yes.’ She answered.
‘The Vacuum to, y’know. The other side?’ Ace asked, nervously. The girl nodded.
‘Yes. And, I’m afraid, if you can’t say the place’s name, you can’t get the job.’
‘Fine.’ Ace tensed. ‘The Echo Side.’ The girl smiled.
‘And you’ll have to stop flinching.’ And with that the girl had walked away. Ace shuddered. The Echo World. That place was mysterious and terrifying. There was the world that Ace knew and loved and the Echo World. The Vacuum was the space in-between. In the side Ace was standing in, people could be mean, bad and disgraceful. But on the Echo side there was a version of Ace. A version of Ace who was pure evil. The was a version o Travis who was pure evil. The Echo land was called that because it was like and echo of society. Like something that’s been broken and out back together, but not quite right. Something had to change. The people, activities the places were all the same on both sides, but on the Echo side, it was lined with hate, spite and evil. Ace finished reading and looked at the doors again. It was going to be dangerous. And life-threatening. Ace was in. He ran home and signed the paper.
* * *
The next morning Scarlet woke up and got ready for school. She eyed the folder and put it in her backpack. She trotted to school, feeling good about getting to sit with her real friends again. She got to school and walked to her locker. She put her bags away and looked for her friend Sara. Finally, after ten minutes of looking, Scarlet found Sara. Sara saw Scarlet and scowled.
‘Sara! How are you?’ Scarlet asked. Sara kept scowling. Scarlet frowned.
‘Sara, I swear, I don’t know why I was talking to those morons. I’m sorry about what I did, and I want to make it up to you.’
‘Why should I trust you? You deserted me.’
‘Because yesterday I told Charlotte and Jessica that they had about as many brain cells as a plank of wood.’ Scarlet smiled. Sara smiled as well.
‘Welcome back buddy. Lets get to class.’
* * *
At lunch Ace was walking to the library when he saw a girl holding the same folder that he had gotten yesterday. He watched for a moment, then kept walking. It had to be a coincidence.
Awesome story sparky!!!!!!! Can't wait to find out what happens next!!!!!! Do scarlett and alec go to the echo side or something????
Ace...
Scarlet...
And, not quite.
Probably have to go now though. Bye!
Bye Star!
VAL!!!
*tackle hugs*
HI SPARKY! *let's hug stay for a few seconds, then pushes Sparky off*
Today I had my friend Sierra draw me as an anime character... And she drew a little person with their hair in their face and an an angry face, screaming "SHUT UP, FLETCHER!" It was funny XD
*laughs*
Cool.
Great to 'see' you again!
Can I tell you what America thinks of me?
Ha. You too.
Oh, guess what? My friend Miranda - who prefers being called Shayla, on account of the fact that it apparently means 'fairy palace' - just decided to randomly start calling me Valkyrie, and my teacher said she would when she remembered... IT'S AWESOME!
America...? Like, my friend Lizzy America (she was even wearing a Hetalia shirt today), or a different America, or what?
No, a quiz result.
It's super funny.
America: Dude, you do not want to mess with [Name]! She is so freakin’ scary! During World War II, it took me, England, France and China just to take her down. For realz, it was totally terrifying, yo! Gosh, if this hero didn’t come in at the last minute, they would’ve been so screwed. Then she freaked out on me in the Cold War and I don’t even know why! Jeez, at least I got away mostly unscathed, but that’s just ‘cause I’m the USA!
GO UNITED STATES OF AWESOME!
AHAHAHAHA! …aha…haha…ha…
…seriously, don’t mess with her.
So how are you?
*rolls eyes*
You know, I'm not even that much of a Hetalia fan, to be honest... I mean, yeah, I've seen about 8-10 episodes, my friends never shut up about it, and Polar Bear Girl insists that Germany and France also work for Caelan... but I really don't know too much about it...
I'm WET. It's RAINING.
I'm not as big a fan as Japan, but, well...
Braginski.
IT'S RAINING HERE TOO!!!!
*mutters under breath* Too bad it didn't rain yesterday... If it had, I wouldn't have tripped on any ice on my way to school...
I remember talking to you when you were talking about taking Ivy Animosity as your taking name.
And then I checked what Russia's last name was.
*Taken.
*looks at fingertip that was bleeding from falling so hard on to the ground yesterday* Oh, look, it's almost bleeding again. That's lovely, that is.
Yes Super Injury Magnet.
I started a new story while you were away.
Heya Thrust!
You didn't read my story.
AND YOU LEFT.
please don't kill the hell outta me...
Today, I had to write what I thought was going to happen next in a book called Crispin that I have to read. So this is what I wrote:
I think that Crispin will get hungry and eat his friend Bear, then Aycliffe will eat Crispin, then he'll travel to the future, then he'll get eaten by a narwhal, and then he'll have a dance party with a unicorn inside the narwhal.
And I gave that to my English teacher for making me write something I didn't want to.
Mmmhmm. Meanwhile, this book takes place in 14th century England. So it made perfect sense to write that down.
Just now I backtracked and found the page where I put my story then scrolled down to find yours. I'm sorry I left. It was later than I expected to be on, and especially later for my mom, who took the computer away. I had time for one more comment though: "i g2g"
Something happend and it told me it didn't post...
....But it was too late...
Thrust, if you scroll up a little on this page you can read what I have so far.
*shivers uncontrollably, then swears* Stupid weather; trying to freeze me to death...
cool. will do. do you want the rest of what I had of my story? I actually seriously need to review that part, so let's say I show you it again, maybe nest week or so, it'll be different for sure.
cool. will do. do you want the rest of what I had of my story? I actually seriously need to review that part, so let's say I show you it again, maybe nest week or so, it'll be different for sure.
cool. will do. do you want the rest of what I had of my story? I actually seriously need to review that part, so let's say I show you it again, maybe nest week or so, it'll be different for sure.
Yeas.
I didn't have the time to type that 3 times...
Val v I smiled when I read what you wrote to your teacher.
K anyway. How do I do this? do I restart or continue from where i left off?
I will be back Veeerrry shortly..
k back.
She laughed when she saw the paper.
and then..?
I'd say start from the beginning.
Ok. I'm sorry, but for work purposes I am required to use this account. sorry, if it feels strange
I made it clear that I am me, only this is a different account.
Understand?
Okaay...
How is everyone?
Ok, I'll just start the story.
Again
The parking lot was a silent empty void. Coming out the back door of the building looming over it are two people. These days they are not known as kids, but that is just what they are. The shorter one is a boy, the taller a girl. Each have dirty blond hair, (the girl’s longer than the boy’s), both have dirty clothing, and both have many cuts and bruises all over their bodies. None of that is important though. It is what they are holding that is important, for in their hands they hold the fate of the world.
The paper bags don’t look like much, I know, but it’s what’s inside them that really counts.
The two walk quickly over the pavement, careful not to spill any of the bags’ contents, or be spotted by anyone.
Just as they leave the parking lot, they near a playground, not enjoyed for a very long time. The play sets were decaying. The swings looked as though they had been ripped apart, and they probably were.
Beyond the park was an open field. It used to be bright green, but now, having been untended to for a while was losing its touch. Substituting the lush, beautiful trees which used to scatter the hills shaping the spherical form of the field, were small, brown, dead ones. .
The two kids tried to navigate around the hills for better cover, but –
“Well,” shouted a smooth voice from the other side of the field, “I knew I would find you here; you have a strong scent.” The man who said it waved his hand behind him at a humanoid creature that was standing on his right, very closely. So closely the man whacked him in the gut with his elbow. The thing didn’t react, though you could see an unnatural dent formed in his stomach, slowly popping itself back into its original appearance. This was the nature of a zombie. It can see, it can smell, it can hear, but it is dead.
“It wasn’t so easy; I’ll give you that. We must’ve lost you’re scent a hundred times! But now it’s game over. You will now cease to exist.”
The siblings have been through this before, and they expected it to happen again, but this was the worst possible time. They know what happens next…
“Now my minions,” he says, the girl looks over to the boy, the boy puts down the bags he carries in the yellowing grass in the cover of the hill. It is possible the man didn’t see them. “Attack!” the man shouts, adding the anger for amusement. It sounds like he’s been practicing.
Sparky, I read your story. It's cool.
From behind him, the zombie ran towards the two. And from behind it, an army of humanoid creatures follows. Some are strong and run like solders, some run slower, and some trip over themselves and fall on their faces.
Sometimes this helps the kids when it came time to actually facing them. They would approach in waves, getting easier and easier.
The boy and the girl know by now that the zombies who ran fast couldn’t be outrun, however running usually eliminates the slower zombies and the ones on their faces from a fight entirely.
They run, for they don’t have time to fight. They ran through the obstacle ridden playground, and back to the parking lot and wait for their opponents to catch up with them, and their breath too.
“Uh-Oh” says the boy looking back at the hill where he left the bags.
“Lars!” the girl shouts. The boy looks really disappointed in himself, but just then the zombies tumble through the gate bending the gate in order to be the first to get to the kids.
The kids take out their motor guns, and aim at the oncoming zombies.
They shoot accurately, but if not done correctly you just see similar results as the jab in the stomach of the scenting zombie.
Loud cracks can be heard if the zombies are shot on a bone. The ribs and head are an ideal place to shoot, but the kids doubt they feel this cracking, because, it doesn’t buy much more time than it does to look down curiously. They can get the eyes and noses of some of them. No blood traces the holes they puncture in their bones or face. The best spot to hit, however, is the legs. Zombies may be invincible, but their center of gravity is different from a living person and they trip easily.
Thanks Val!
This is where I left off.
Now it gets a bit rusty, so don't blame me for not warning you, rather Sparky for telling me to post it.
You're welcome, Sparky.
And I haven't gotten much farther in Chapter Four... Sorry...
The boy is doing better than the girl. The girl is having a hard time keeping the paper and plastic bags in her hands at the same time as shooting at never falling zombies. The boy takes a bag from her burden.
“Casey, now’s our chance to test it out!” the boy shouts.
“No! There’s no time! And anyway, if we try it out now, it may ruin everything!”
“Well I’m gonna try anyway!”
“NO! LARS! Why don’t you ever listen to me!?”
“Because I don’t have to!”
He keeps shooting, even though he is not looking at where he’s pointing, and tries to pick out stuff from the bag
The girl has no time to argue, because they are actually running out of room.
The wall of the building is a few feet away, and so are the dead guys. They would have to back away in a curve in order to get around the building and continue living.
“Stop,” shouted the girl, “Look behind you!”
“Oh shoot!” said the boy, he stopped trying to do two things at once and followed Casey in the curve.
They had just made it around the building when a very familiar blue van turned onto the drive. It sped toward the kids and the girl shot at the tires and heard them pop.
That is all. For now.
Now I am off to read Sparky's story.
Cool story, Thrust.
Sparky. Email.
Right back at you.
*munches on a pretzel*
I figured as much.
*frowns* Now I want an ACTUAL pretzel... I'm gonna go find some...
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DAMMIT!
I was joking
HA! I GOT IT!
I dedicate this page to sour gummy worms. They taste so freaking good...
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