First Day of School V.2James was aghast, the first person to talk to him at school, was a squeaky, giggly, obnoxious girl. He was so infuriated, that he took a few seconds to respond, and when he did it wasn't with words, it was with a pencil. He stabbed her in the eye with his pencil, and stepped back with an evil grin on his face as blood, pieces of her eye, and brain matter poured down her face.
First Day of SchoolJames was terrified. The firs person at school who said a word to him was a girl. A very pretty one, too. He was speechless, and had just stood there dazed, as she giggled at him."You're cute, what's your name? I'm Sarah." the girl giggled. James shook himself back into reality, and said meekly"I'm James... hi..." The girl giggled again'Why does she keep giggling at me?' James pondered as she kept giggling. Perturbed, he turned to walk away, and she grabbed him by the arm."Don't go yet! Class doesn't start for another five minutes! What grade are you in?" she said in a cutesy manner."Uh... 10th... what grade are you in?" James replied, trying to keep up with the small talk. He really liked her, but didn't know what to say."I'm in 10th too! We'll be in the same class!" she giggled more.'I'm begging to think the only thing she's good for is giggling...' James thought."I should really get to class... see you around?" James asked bashfully."Definitely." she replied with a wink.'D
Willow LeafSometimes, you've just got to get out of the house, right? Today was not one of those days. Hi, I'm Leaf, and this is my day that went absolutely wrong. I mean way wrong, like the kind of wrong when you blind fire an arrow straight up, and it happens to hit your best friend in the head and kill them wrong. Well, that's actually exactly what happened, at first. It gets way worse, so just sit back and listen (read, really) to what I have to say.An early Saturday morning, and all is going fine. Mom's sitting down for her ritualistic breakfast of whole wheat bagels smothered in margarine, Willow, my older sister, is chugging down a protein shake, and I'm pouring a cup of coffee to go with a bowl of cereal. Now that you can see us eating, it might help to get a picture of our kitchen; it's a rectangle, about 8'x17', and has stainless steel everything, fridge, counter tops, even cabinets. The only thing that isn't stainless steel is the table and chairs, which are wicker. As you might of no
Danish Twins"A sunny day back in Denmark, that's all I want, just one day." Jenz said breathlessly as she ran behind her brother Jencin. "Yeah, well that's not happening, now keep running before they catch us!" he replied. They were orphans, immigrated to America shortly before their parents had died. Pretty soon, they were living on the streets, stealing almost every scrap of food they ate. Now occupying a small orphanage is southern Texas, the only thing they longed for more than a good home, was a good home in Denmark.When Jenz and Jencin arrived at the orphanage a few hours later, panting and nursing several bruises and cuts. "Where have y'all been?" a grumpy headmistress said in greeting. "Out... getting... food," Jenz managed to reply between pants. The headmistress just sighed and walked away. "Well, she seemed happy to see us." Jencin said sarcastically, biting into an apple. The orphanage was an old mansion that was poorly renovated, and was filled with squalling children. The outside of
The Day it All Went WrongIt was the night of prom, and I had been drafted in to serve at the 'bar' as they called it. Wasn't really a bar, they didn't serve anything remotely alcoholic. I brushed my hair out of my eyes. At the time, it had been popular to grow your hair out, and I followed suit. The ballroom was in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in east Nevada, almost fifty miles from school. I shuffled to the Coke-on-tap and filled a cup for some stuck up bitch who wouldn't stop complaining about how her blankity-blank boyfriend dumped her, or something like that. Under the excruciatingly boring circumstances, I barely fought the urge to kill her and paint her blood across the floor. Painting with blood is more difficult than it sounds. First, you have to find a fresh source, and then it's so thick that it helps to water it down, but that waters down the beautiful crimson as well. While fantasizing about blood, some popular walked up and said "Hey douchebag! You been hittin' on my girl?" I hadn't said a thi