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I'm in detention right now. It's only been like 10 minutes so far. I don't even know when I get to leave. Well, I told my mom to pick me up at 5, but maybe the vice principal will be like "you're such a fantastic student, you don't have to stay!" I guess if that were the case though I wouldn't be here still. Plamondon and Poirier were both so amazed that I, the amazing Cait, have a detention. I'm pretty amazed myself.
I think I'll lj cut the rest of this because I'm going to be writing for quite a while I bet.
Tee hee! There's a new announcer lady and she's so English and quiet. Boy, it's a riot.
Hahah Adam smuggled in cheezies. Oh man, what a funny kid. He's sitting beside me. I think he might have offered me some, but I won't take any. Heheheh you can hear him chew. Crunch, crunch, crunch...
Holy, this lady's speaking Spanish and I'm all like "JAH!?!?" I probably should have taken the course. Actually, maybe she's speaking french. I can't understand her. Maybe she's an alien!
Whenever I type, it echoes really loudly. I'm going to see how loud I can type until Adam or someone says something. Alright, getting louder now. Hahaha I'm a riot. He hasn't noticed yet. Maybe he's deaf out of one ear. Nope, he noticed now. He gave me such a weird look.
Wow, that guy's shirt is really orange. I want a really orange shirt. I have one, actually. Well, it's not really orange. I never wear it anymore though.
What's up with the poster of Garfield saying "people who can read...should!" As if he actually reads. All he does is sleep and eat. He shouldn't be promoting something even he doesn't like to do. Silly rabbit, trix are for kids.
I should have brought a cd and headphones. That would have been smart.
Apparently Poirier comes to check up on us. I'm new to this detention business.
I thought there wasn't even a teacher in here at first. That would have been cool. PARTY IN THE LIBRARY!
I want my jacket. I'm really cold. If you could feel my hands right now, you'd get frost bite... or maybe frost pinch. Boy, I'm clever.
Hahah my throat just made a really weird noise. Adam thinks I'm crazy I bet. Really, really crazy.
Someone's cell phone just rang. I can hear it beeping from here and she's all the way across the room from me. Crazy technology.
I was drumming on my tummy and Adam was jamming to the beats. Man, we're so fly. Who actually says "fly" other than me? Maybe we can start a band and call it.. detention. That would be sweet. It would basically consist of my stomach beats and Adam jamming along with them. Maybe even a disco ball and some crazy lights. We'd make billions.
I wonder how people would react if I sat under the computer desk. I'd try, but Adam thinks I'm weird enough as it is and he'd probably be the only one who would notice.
He thinks I type loud. Maybe it's because I do...
I'll make up a story...
The Frog who lost his mind
Once upon a time there was a blue frog named Chewy. Chewy was an intense blue with many snail friends. One day he decided to take his snail friends on a trip, so they all sluggishly climbed on his back. As Chewy hopped away he noticed that he stepped on a beautiful yellow flower. He picked it up and held it close to his chest. Next thing he knew, the flower bit him. Chewy couldn't believe a flower so beautiful could treat someone as kind as him with such disrespect. He put the flower down and swore never to pick another flower again.
He continued on with his snail buddies down a long, winding trail. The trail had many pebbles that kept hitting him in his eyes. As much as it hurt, he couldn't let down his friends who have waited for this trip for ages. Chewy ended up tripping over the many pebbles and scratching his knee. He swore he would never walk on pebbles again.
Chewy hopped onto the grass and looked up at the big, ocean-like sky. There were so many things about the sky that he loved. The colour, the sun and even sometimes the clouds. Suddenly, a rumbling was heard in the distance and grey clouds started to form. Before he knew it, hail was pouring down on him hitting his arms, legs and eyes. He swore he was never going to look up at the sky again.
Chewy got fed up and started hopping back home. All the snails whined, complained, moped and pouted. They acted up so much that Chewy threw them off his back and hopped away as fast he could. He swore he would never be friends with snails again.
Now, Chewy sits alone under a lily pad where the flowers, pebbles, hail and snails can't get him.
THE END
For those of you who read all this, you're the coolest people in the world.
I think I'll lj cut the rest of this because I'm going to be writing for quite a while I bet.
Tee hee! There's a new announcer lady and she's so English and quiet. Boy, it's a riot.
Hahah Adam smuggled in cheezies. Oh man, what a funny kid. He's sitting beside me. I think he might have offered me some, but I won't take any. Heheheh you can hear him chew. Crunch, crunch, crunch...
Holy, this lady's speaking Spanish and I'm all like "JAH!?!?" I probably should have taken the course. Actually, maybe she's speaking french. I can't understand her. Maybe she's an alien!
Whenever I type, it echoes really loudly. I'm going to see how loud I can type until Adam or someone says something. Alright, getting louder now. Hahaha I'm a riot. He hasn't noticed yet. Maybe he's deaf out of one ear. Nope, he noticed now. He gave me such a weird look.
Wow, that guy's shirt is really orange. I want a really orange shirt. I have one, actually. Well, it's not really orange. I never wear it anymore though.
What's up with the poster of Garfield saying "people who can read...should!" As if he actually reads. All he does is sleep and eat. He shouldn't be promoting something even he doesn't like to do. Silly rabbit, trix are for kids.
I should have brought a cd and headphones. That would have been smart.
Apparently Poirier comes to check up on us. I'm new to this detention business.
I thought there wasn't even a teacher in here at first. That would have been cool. PARTY IN THE LIBRARY!
I want my jacket. I'm really cold. If you could feel my hands right now, you'd get frost bite... or maybe frost pinch. Boy, I'm clever.
Hahah my throat just made a really weird noise. Adam thinks I'm crazy I bet. Really, really crazy.
Someone's cell phone just rang. I can hear it beeping from here and she's all the way across the room from me. Crazy technology.
I was drumming on my tummy and Adam was jamming to the beats. Man, we're so fly. Who actually says "fly" other than me? Maybe we can start a band and call it.. detention. That would be sweet. It would basically consist of my stomach beats and Adam jamming along with them. Maybe even a disco ball and some crazy lights. We'd make billions.
I wonder how people would react if I sat under the computer desk. I'd try, but Adam thinks I'm weird enough as it is and he'd probably be the only one who would notice.
He thinks I type loud. Maybe it's because I do...
I'll make up a story...
The Frog who lost his mind
Once upon a time there was a blue frog named Chewy. Chewy was an intense blue with many snail friends. One day he decided to take his snail friends on a trip, so they all sluggishly climbed on his back. As Chewy hopped away he noticed that he stepped on a beautiful yellow flower. He picked it up and held it close to his chest. Next thing he knew, the flower bit him. Chewy couldn't believe a flower so beautiful could treat someone as kind as him with such disrespect. He put the flower down and swore never to pick another flower again.
He continued on with his snail buddies down a long, winding trail. The trail had many pebbles that kept hitting him in his eyes. As much as it hurt, he couldn't let down his friends who have waited for this trip for ages. Chewy ended up tripping over the many pebbles and scratching his knee. He swore he would never walk on pebbles again.
Chewy hopped onto the grass and looked up at the big, ocean-like sky. There were so many things about the sky that he loved. The colour, the sun and even sometimes the clouds. Suddenly, a rumbling was heard in the distance and grey clouds started to form. Before he knew it, hail was pouring down on him hitting his arms, legs and eyes. He swore he was never going to look up at the sky again.
Chewy got fed up and started hopping back home. All the snails whined, complained, moped and pouted. They acted up so much that Chewy threw them off his back and hopped away as fast he could. He swore he would never be friends with snails again.
Now, Chewy sits alone under a lily pad where the flowers, pebbles, hail and snails can't get him.
THE END
For those of you who read all this, you're the coolest people in the world.