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Post by Lucas Willaims on Jun 24, 2011 21:56:07 GMT -5
  I got no sleep at all last night. Stupid quiz, being the smartest person here stinks, a new school, to get my reputation up will be harder. Esp. while being a nerd in a wheelchair, which doesnt help me at all. I yawned, kinda loudly, I guess becuase some girl looked at me and giggled. I get that alot. I mean being the only kid in a wheelchair really sucks eggs. My eyes close for a second but I jolt the open right away. I had been here before, fell asleep in the and then fell in a pool, it didnt turn out well. Least my mom heard the splas and got me out in time. I yawned again. Mabe I could skip next block and sleep, no no no! I couldnt rick my perfect attendence record, not at all... Thats when it happened. My eyes shut and and I saw it, the car hit me, but this time I actually felt me hit something, so I opened my eyes. I had hit a kid, probably someone to punch me in the face. Damn, not another nose job. The kid dropped his food all over me, ew. "Damnit! Im so sorry please dont hit me!" I covered my face with my hads hoping to block the shot.
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tags--- Bear Keeni?
notes--- Oops xD?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jun 24, 2011 22:23:46 GMT -5
It was lunch time. As much as I didn't like the school's food, hell, it was edible, so it was worth eating. And I had missed breakfast, so I was hungry as a bear. No pun intended.
It was mashed potatoes, some weird looking meat substance, green beans, and corn. I was a hungry guy, you see. Always am. This is what happens when you're 6'6 and are named Bear and you bum around all day..... though that last part has nothing to do with making you hungry in order to ear a lot. Never mind, then.
I was carrying my tray over to an empty table when out of the corner of my eye I saw a blur of grey-ish colors coming at me, and no sooner had it registered in my mind did that blob of colors run into me, making me drop the tray onto him. I was knocked sideways a few steps, and before I really regained my balance, I whirled on the guy, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. "Watch where you're going, fucking jackass." I snarled in a dark tone, glaring down at him.
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Post by Lucas Willaims on Jun 25, 2011 11:55:32 GMT -5
I small smile took over my face as he didnt hit me, or at least right away. The guy cursed at me, not a big deal. I mean I didnt curse direcltly at him but I did curse. So I guess he gets an.. eyes roll, yeah thats in. I roll my eyes hoping to annoying him so he would hurt me in someway so I could get him out of school for a while for hurting a crippled kid. Thats like hurting someone with down-syndrome. Then he noticed the guys fists were clenched up, perfect> I make a devious smiled."Maybe you shouldnt have been in my way bitch" Although I never really curse directly at people, I knew this was the right time to start. It hurt me when he clled me a fucking jackass so it might hurt him enough to hit me. Bye-bye bear-bear!
words--- 147!?
tags--- Bear Keeni?
notes--- Oops xD?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jun 26, 2011 18:01:21 GMT -5
I wanted to smack this kid. So. Fucking. Bad. The only people I let call me a bitch is Chicago and Tam and Dream, but both Dream and Chicago dropped off the face of the planet, so now it's only Tam.
The muscles in my arms were already twitching, just begging my brain to send the messages to them to impale the kid in the face. Just as I was about to raise my fist, I heard Becca's voice in my head. She wouldn't like what I was about to do, and I had told her that I would change my ways. Not only for her sake, but for our kid's. Becca believed that I could change, even if I didn't believe in myself.
Even though I really didn't want to, I let my fists drop back down to my sides, my jaw set tightly. "I'm... sorry...." The words were forced through my teeth and dripping with hatred. I hated this crippled kid. I hated apologizing to him, but I knew that it was what Becca would want.
I apologized to him, but there was no way in fucking hell that I'd help clean the spilled food off of him.
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