Chapter 2

Nov 21, 2006 19:59

A day in the life of Wemp.

The sound of the school bus grew to a deafening roar. [EDIT: Well, not really. But that had a nice effect.]
"Oh, great" thought Wemp as she stumbled out the door toting saxaphone, scarf, lipton citrus green tea, gym clothes, sandwich, and poptarts. "Not again." The bus was already on the way past her house.
She dashed down the lawn, slipped, and rolled over several times. It was quite as sight. Gathering her things, Wemp mustered up the courage to get on the bus, which, thankfully, had stopped. "If I laugh," she thought, "people won't be laughing AT me, just WITH me." So with a huge grin, Wemp mounted the steps of the school bus, growing more embarrased by the second. BUt guess what? Nobody had really noticed her, because the bus was full of students chatting away about their own buisness. "Oh." said Wemp to herself, and then she rode to school. The end.

MORAL: Things that are big for you are not necessarily big for everybody else.

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Wemp was watching a rather disturbing movie in World History, about the reformation. As most movies do, it began with a couple passionately making out. Except, in a bakery. The class really began to grow uncomfortable when the two lovers flopped onto some sacks of flour, the man pouncing on top of the woman.
"Oh, no, students, it's okay," assured the teacher. "They're baking bread."
Just then, the man reluctantly got up off the woman and entered the kitchen. "The bread is burning," he said.
Now, Wemp's friend began saying things like "I want to bake bread with you..." and it was very scary.
Right then Wemp realized that baking bread would never be the same again. The end.

MORAL: Euphemisms make life ever so sexy. D:
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