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A Brillian Heroine [Sorta] |
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I went to a writing class today, thinking I was going to hate it so I go, and I learn, have some fun.. whatever. I'm thinking some of those little kids are like, 9x timer than me. At the end of the class, My mom comes to get me, and shes like freaking out, becuase we were suposed to write a 2 page essay on our favorite book - and everyone else's kids only wrote like, a paragraph a page. And so, we 2 teacher peoples come talk to me, both saying my great skill and talent for writing, drawing, and leading. One guy said he'd like to keep intouch and read my sotired and poetry. So, my mom treated me to Jamba Juice, and we went shopping after, for a purse, shoes, wallet, and a friend's birthday gift. Nothing at Bed Bath and Beyond, so we went to Shoe Pavilion, got shoes and my mom a purse. We went to T.J. Max, and found nothing, but my mom got sidetracked and started looking at auitcases. In the mean time, I see this tall african guy SHOOT out and start screaming 'WILL!?' I try and get my mom's attention, and Im like, Mom.. can we go.. becuase then a moment or twoo later, I heard like his two daughters come out saying 'Omg weres our lil bro?" So for 30 min, I get myself tangled in sprinting around a parking lot, looking for a 6 year old. I have been outa P.E. and any sort of physical stuff becuase of my thumb. So it started hurting like mad after like 15 min, and then, I sprinted to the movie theater, and back to T.J. Max, then to Jamba Juice and in the mean time my mom told the police, and he called for backup. SO they found him, and I had to sprint all around telling all the police in the parking lot they found him, make sure they found him, and tell everyone who was looking for him to stop. It was a great feeling in the heart, by my feet and legs hurt like a b***h and I'm sweating like mad.
 .Tea.Bag. · Sat Mar 12, 2005 @ 11:06pm · 0 Comments |
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