Playing With Fire p3"Whadya say we go to the mall this Saturday? We could spend the night at Gwyn's." I saw Gwyndolyn glare at Limp from the corner of my eye as he said her name. She should be used to LImp inviting himself over by now. "Sure!" I accepted. I saw Gwyn roll her eyes and deliberately shuffle her notebooks and clack them on her desk. She'd get over it. She liked sleepovers as much as we did. I bet Seviri'd like some quiet time at the house, too. He could get some cleaning done then before the owner came over for the monthly visit to check up on how we were keepiPlaying With Fire p3
Playing With Fire p2 I sighed, and let my shoulders droop when we approached the parking lot of Miocre High School in our silver Ford Explorer. (It was actually Seviri's, but I called it "ours" to make myself feel better about not having a car yet). I could just imagine all the complaints that would arise: "Miocre is so mediocre." Yep. It was the oldest in the book, but it still managed to find its way back into the minds and out the mouths when school started back up. And to top it off, it was Monday. Still. I groaned, and put my face in my hands as Seviri maneuvered the ExplorerPlaying With Fire p2
Playing With Fire Newton could have his laws of motion. I had my own laws. The laws of Monday. To put it simply, the one and only actual rule for the ever-so-monotonous day of the week was that Monday freaking sucked. The law had never let me down to this day, and neither had the old routine of groggily dragging my sorry butt out of bed to stand as i was now in front of the mirror in the bathroom. As expected, my bouncy curls had taken on some sort of unprecidented evolution overnight, and was currently sprawled across the top of my heaPlaying With Fire
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Cheshire Cat: "But as for me, I prefer the short cut."
Laura: "because all trees have levers on them that lead to magical places..."
Me: "LOLZ"
DO NOT CLICK THE GRAY THING. IDKWTF IT IS. O_O
it'll eat you. fukka.
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Cheshire Cat: "But as for me, I prefer the short cut."
Laura: "because all trees have levers on them that lead to magical places..."
Me: "LOLZ"
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WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY TREES? >:[
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Art is common, creativity is rare.
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It's called L.I.F.E. And sometimes, it S.U.C.K.S. -Aunt Sheila.
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R.I.P. Michael Joseph Jackson
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