Post by Mika on Mar 13, 2011 18:09:25 GMT -5
introduction
i guess this is kinda gonna be like a journal maybe? i mean.. my life has been getting weird pretty recently.. i mean.. it started when i was 7....and it might be the only place where i can let out my feelings... some of this might be hard to write down.
Chapter 1: When Pickles Get Mad
I was at school one day, just going to random classes... when i finally came to Spanish class. It was right before the bell rang. There were some interesting people there... thats the nice way of explaining it. Huge guys and girls that hadnt passed Spanish.... and probably werent going to for a long time. That is again... put nicely. There was teacher, like in a normal class, whose name was Mrs. Friske. I have no clue why her last name is Friske and i really dont wanna know. So i was there, sitting in the back row, chillin with my BFF Cassie. She was talking to me about basketball, which is one of many things that we have in common, when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i see a flash. I whip my head around and there was Mrs. Friske. Dressed kinda like a giant pickle. Except... it wasnt a costume. She came running at me... which would have been funny cuz she was wearing a sombrero at the time, but what ruined the moment was a doubled edged razored blade. The other students began morphing. The big students. Cassie and the other screamed. The morphlings got their swords and charged after me. Like Mrs Fiske, they had sombreros. The bell rang. The students dashed out into the hallway. A morphling starting hacking at me with a sword. I jumped, summersaulted in the air and landed on its back. dude howd i do that! so cool! He jabbed a pen into the things back and it fell into dust. I fell on the ground and got rug burn. It hurt. Then the pickles started pulling out the heavy artillery. That was like a major uh oh... what have i done kinda moment. They began shooting in all directions. Ten students fell dead on the spot. The pickles ran into the hallway and started shooting. Kids started dying... it was total chaos. You practically had to step over dead bodies to get from one place to another. I felt a burning sensation in my leg and it buckled. I lay there fighting for conciousness. I lost.
i guess this is kinda gonna be like a journal maybe? i mean.. my life has been getting weird pretty recently.. i mean.. it started when i was 7....and it might be the only place where i can let out my feelings... some of this might be hard to write down.
Chapter 1: When Pickles Get Mad
I was at school one day, just going to random classes... when i finally came to Spanish class. It was right before the bell rang. There were some interesting people there... thats the nice way of explaining it. Huge guys and girls that hadnt passed Spanish.... and probably werent going to for a long time. That is again... put nicely. There was teacher, like in a normal class, whose name was Mrs. Friske. I have no clue why her last name is Friske and i really dont wanna know. So i was there, sitting in the back row, chillin with my BFF Cassie. She was talking to me about basketball, which is one of many things that we have in common, when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i see a flash. I whip my head around and there was Mrs. Friske. Dressed kinda like a giant pickle. Except... it wasnt a costume. She came running at me... which would have been funny cuz she was wearing a sombrero at the time, but what ruined the moment was a doubled edged razored blade. The other students began morphing. The big students. Cassie and the other screamed. The morphlings got their swords and charged after me. Like Mrs Fiske, they had sombreros. The bell rang. The students dashed out into the hallway. A morphling starting hacking at me with a sword. I jumped, summersaulted in the air and landed on its back. dude howd i do that! so cool! He jabbed a pen into the things back and it fell into dust. I fell on the ground and got rug burn. It hurt. Then the pickles started pulling out the heavy artillery. That was like a major uh oh... what have i done kinda moment. They began shooting in all directions. Ten students fell dead on the spot. The pickles ran into the hallway and started shooting. Kids started dying... it was total chaos. You practically had to step over dead bodies to get from one place to another. I felt a burning sensation in my leg and it buckled. I lay there fighting for conciousness. I lost.