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| >A few days ago, I heard a cool dance song on the radio. It sounded a bit like Jarude's 'Sandstorm', but had a melody that was overall its own. The end line was, if I heard right, 'Ich Mag Am Liebsten Schwartz', which in German means 'I like black best'. My mind began working and before I knew it, I had a fic planned out in my head called 'Ich Mag Am Liebsten Schwartz'. This is a songfic to Eve 6's 'Inside Out' because I couldn't find the lyrics to Alanis Moristette's 'You Learn', if that's what it's called at all. I personally think the library computer teamed up with mine to deny me access to anthing that has to do with Alanis Moristette. Note to computer owners: NEVER sing any song by Alanis Moristette while playing computer.... eventually, it will go bonkers on you and plan something sinister. But can you blame it if you have as horrible a singing voice as I do? Anyway, 'Schwarz' is based partially on true experiences, some that happened to me. I won't tell you which, because I'm too lazy to, and I want to post this fic already. This is my first drama, and I hope you like it.... it wasn't easy getting the lyrics to that song by Eve 6, since I write everything the way I hear it. That's why some sentences make no sense. But don't blame it on my bad hearing, blame it on the artist for not singing clearly.< XOXOXO, Roxanne song lyrics are in these marks: ===== ICH MAG AM LIEBSTEN SCHWARZ ============================== I would swallow my pride I would jump on the ride ============================== Paris, France 6 years ago A chubby girl with blonde pigtails came running into her father's large, over furnished living room with tears sliding down her rosy cheeks,"Derik!!!!" A man sitting in an expensive oak chair groaned,"What is it, Piggy?" "Billy called me fat and he threw mud at my new dress!" shouted the pigtailed girl, pointing to her blue ruffly dress which had a large, visible mudstain on it. Just then, another, slender, willowy girl entered the room,"What is it this time, Piggy?" The girl simply known as "Piggy" sobbed,"Billy was being a jerk!" The slender girl got onto her knees to be on eye level with Piggy, "Right now, this might seem important... but you'll get over it. Now go tell Billy that he hurt your feelings.... maybe he'll apologize." Piggy's face turned redder,"APOLOGIZE?!!! ANITA!!!! I WANT TO SHOOT HIM!!!!" The man in the chair known as 'Derik' stood up,"Piggy! That is not behavior for a young lady! Look at your sister Anita.... she knows how to behave!" "But Anita isn't FAT!!!! No boy ever called her FAT!!!!" argued Piggy. Derik shook his head,"Piggy, go to your room. When you're older, you'll understand what's REALLY important." with that, Derik shooed the crying Piggy away. As she stomped up the stairs, and older man with white hair eyed her, worriedly. He glanced at Derik, then followed Piggy up the stairs. "Dorothy?" he asked, knocking on a blue room door with a 'keep out' sign taped to it. "Go away!" came the reply. The white haired man pushed open the door. Piggy, who was sitting on her blue bed, glanced up at him,"Billy said I was fat." she said bitterly. The white-haired man sat down next to her,"You're not fat, Dorothy. You just a bit chubby.... it runs in the family. Don't worry, it's only water. It will go away when you're older." "Billy said I was big, fat, and that I could break any scale...." "Billy's a horrible lifeform. He just wants to make you angry. Just wait till you'll get older... you'll be a real knockout! He'll be knocking at your door an asking you out to the prom! And what'll you say?" Piggy gave a small smile,"I'll say no, and slam the door in his face!" The white-haired man nodded,"That's my girl," he said, hugging Piggy. "Thanks, Grandfather," said Piggy, softly. Grandfather smiled weakly. Dorothy was just too fragile for the world she lived in. ============================== but the laughter thereof would leave me empty inside ============================== Berlin, Germany 6 years ago A young girl with braided black hair and big blue eyes waited at a park table, looking from time to time at her cake and counting the candles, "9.... 10." "Hilde, I don't think they're coming...." "But I sent out invitations to my whole class...." said the black- haired girl, looking up at her mother. "Well, maybe they were busy.... I think we should go home...." Hilde's eyes welled up with tears,"But.... But we already bought the cake and we already ordered the goodie bags, and we already planned everything!" "Well, things don't always go your way, Hilde...." Hilde started crying,"I hate this party," she said, pushing herself off the park bench and running away. Mother shook her head. The poor girl had been waiting three hours in the hot sun, waiting for guests to arrive at the party she had planned two months in advance. Hilde was just too kind for the rough world she lived in. ============================== I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out ============================== London, England 6 years ago Relena looked proudly at the sand castle she had built. Every detail.... perfect. Just then, it flew into her face. Rubbing sand out of her eyes, Relena saw a girl with frizzy brown hair, who was grinning wildly. Relena's eyes narrowed, and she threw sand at the brown-haired girl's expensive designer sandals, making sure to get some on the girl's designer swimsuit as well. Marina looked indignified,"Why... you little WRETCH!" she shouted, pouncing on Relena. "You broke my sand- castle!" complained Relena. Marina's lips curved up into a mean smile, "Sand? I'll give you sand!!!!" she shouted, taking some of the sand used to building the sand castle, and forcing it into Relena's mouth. Relena tried to spit it out, but Marina just forced more sand into her mouth, laughing merrily all the while. Relena felt tears build in her eyes. One day she would pay Marina back. One day people would fear and respect her.... Relena felt a tear roll down her cheek. She would get that Marina good. Relena was living too much in her own world to look reality in the face. ============================== find nothing but faith in nothing ============================== Madrid, Spain 6 years ago Catherine fidgeted with the bow on her frilly bink dress. Sitting in Sunday school assemblies was at most nerve wrecking. The teacher was talking about how it paid to be good, and to show the left cheek. Cathrine scoffed. Everyone in Sanctuary Catholic Sunday School was so fake and overblown. People prayed about being good, then they bullied on as if nothing was said. And Cathrine hated it. This was a school for rich girls, all with rich, cheating, snobby parents who snuffed their noses at Cathrine's family, who was new in the high class society. Mr.Bloom was a poor oil farmer until his crew struck oil. Now, suddenly, Cathrine found herself in a new role. No more could she get into fights and act rough. Now she had to watch her image. Sancutary Sunday School was like a shark pit. Everyone wanted to get to know you for their own selfish purposes and you had to constantly watch your back. A girl in the front row, Julie[1], threw a crumpled dollar bill into Cathrine's lap. Cathrine threw it back. After several throws back and forth, the teacher came to Cathrine's side,"What is going on here?" Cathrine eyed him,"Julie threw this into my lap. I believe she has more need of this than I do, though." the class understood the joke, and began to giggle. The teacher, Mr.Popper, eyed Cathrine with dismay, "Julie was only trying to be polite. You will thank her for her gift." Cathrine scoffed. Just because she wasn't like everyone else she was treated like dirt. Either it was because of her beauty, or because of her backround, or maybe both.... whatever caused it, Cathrine was never taken seriously. ============================== wanna fry my tender heart in a blender watch as it's ground to a beautiful oblivian rondavue then I'm through with you ============================== Madrid, Spain Present Time "I packed your lifeless Body In my human stew Ate a part of you Then I'm through with you Just a mindless corpse Just a mindless corpse Oh yeah I love to hear you wail In agony in pain As I slit that vein Scream your last words As I rip out your skin....[2]" Cathrine sang the last note of her song with a develish grin on her lips. She smirked, and looked up at the boy sitting oposite of her, "What do you think? It's based on Hannibal the Cannibal...." "It's.... very nice." answered the boy, brushing through his blonde hair. "I'm giving it to my first grade teacher!" Cathrine said, happily. ============================== I would burn Like a wicker canbinet Chopped light And oh so frail ============================== Paris, France Present Time Dorothy took the plastic bag she was wearing on her head off of her hair, and looked at her pink hair in the mirror,"Perfect," she said, smiling. Pulling on a faux-leather coat a few sizes too big over her tanktop wich pictured a skeleton with sharp teeth, an hourglass figure, who was wearing a skimpy, torn, blood red bikini top and black stripper panties, and was aiming a gun while an intimmidating snake wound around her head and long brown hair, poking through one of the hollow eye- holes. On the shirt was written 'Dressed to Kill' [3]. Glancing at her pink hair, Dorothy put on a neclace with a snake figurine on it [4]. Pulling out a box from her closet, Dorothy removed a small, white mouse by it's tail, and waved it teasingly over a cage where a rather large snake looked up hungrily at it,"You want it, Hannibal? You want it?" teased Dorothy, as the mouse's struggling increased. The snake hissed. Smirking, Dorothy opened the cage and threw the mouse in- side[5]. "Eat, my reptilian friend, eat..." said Dorothy, pressing her face to the glass of the snake cage. To her suprise, the snake just sat there. "Eaaaat...." repeated Dorothy. The snake didn't move. Dorothy waited a few minutes, eagerly hoping the snake would attack the mouse, which was now eating some of the snake's lettuce. "Eat already!" ============================== I see our time has gotten stale The tick-tock Of the clock Is painful All sane and logical I wanna tear it Off the wall ============================== Berlin, Germany Present Time Hilde looked at the clock in the school office. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. She mumbled something, and started tapping her fingers on the armrest of the chair she was sitting in. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. She looked up at the clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Her tapping grew quicker. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Her eyes began to widen. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Her breathing grew difficult. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. She began rocking back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Without warning, she jumped up and tore the school clock off the wall, throwing it to the floor and stomping on it,"This is wasting my life!" she shouted,"This is wasting my----" "Miss Schbeiker!" Hilde recognized the voice as that of the school counselor, but she continued stomping on the clock,"Stupid clock, stupid shitty clock!!!!" ============================== I hear words and clips of phrases I think sick like ginger ale My stomach turns and I exale ============================== London, England Present Time Relena eyed the punching bag in front of her with a determined shine in her blue, almost aqua, eyes,"You are my enemy...." she said quietly. As she began savagely kicking the punching bag, someone approached her from behind. Immediatly, she sensed the presence of a stranger, and reflexively she kicked whoever was behind her. "Owwwww...." Relena blinked,"Milliardo?" The young, long haired man she was now eyeing lay on the floor moaning in pain,"I though you hated violence," he murmered. ============================== I would swallow my pride I would jump on the ride but the laughter thereof would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out ============================== "Now, did anything happen in your childhood? Do you ever dream about it?" asked the pshychologist. Hilde rolled her eyes,"I am only trying to live my life. Sitting in the office wastes my time." "Why do you feel that way?" asked the psychologist, not really sounding concerned. Hilde began to snicker wildly. Without warning, she sat up from the couch she was sitting on, and began to jump on it like a small child would,"I hear bells, I hear bells!" she shouted, reaching towards the sky. She grabbed the psycholohgist by his collar,"Do you hear the bells of angels in hell?!!!! They need me! THEY CRY OUT FOR ME!!!!" "Hilde, calm down,"said the pschologist, worridly. "I am not Hilde! I am.... Brumhilda!!!!" The pschcologist struggled free from the crazy girl's grip, and ran out of the room. After she was sure he had left, Hilde smirked. Acting like a crazy lady always scared people away from her. Giggling, Hilde laid back onto the couch,"Angels indeed." One thing she couldn't stand was people who constantly tried to 'help' her, thinking they understood her. Everyone thought Hilde was just a confused, lost little girl who needed their pity and support. Nothing felt so good as watching them all run away and give up on her. That's Hilde really wanted.... to be left alone. ============================== find nothing but faith in nothing ============================== Dorothy gave her teacher a one finger salute,"Hello, Miss Frances," she said in a mock-polite tone, putting her finger to her forhead in an army-like fashion. "Miss Catalonia, why aren't you in your uniform?" "It robs me of my individuality." answered Dorothy simply, gazing at her classnmates who all wore conservative white blouses and light gray Catholic school girl skirts with matching hairbands in their perfectly combed hair. Running her fingers through her messy, unkempt frizz, Dorothy took a seat and put her feet on her desk. "Now we say our morning prayers...." "I'm atheist," said Dorothy, flipping through a magazine. The teacher snorted,"Dorothy Elisabeth Catalonia! Your behavior is unacceptable!" Dorothy nodded,"Yeah, why don't you give me ritalin and maybe I'll shut up?[6]" ============================== wanna fry my tender heart in a blender watch as it's ground to a beautiful oblivian rondavue then I'm through with you ============================== Hilde angrily pushed open the door to her mother's expensively furnished loft. "Hello, honey? How was your day at school?" "It was a happy day. I made a new friend. Her name is Anna. She's in my head." replied Hilde, jokingly, ignoring the uneasy expression on her mother's face. "I heard you scared Mr.Jekell.... again." "Screw Mr.Jekell. That guy is such a hypocrite it makes me sick. He diagnosed me with with every disease in his fake little medicine book. That guy wouldn't know an insane person if she were sucking his blood." Mother shook her head,"Hilde, this isn't like you. As a child you were much more managable." "And everyone treated me like dog shit," thought Hilde, opening up a soda and messily drinking it. "Your father is not pleased with you behavior...." "HENRY is not my FATHER. My FATHER left you before I was born." "Hilde, come on, give Henry a chance.... he is really fond of you...." "Yup, so fond that he wants to send me away to some military academy." Hilde muttered, plopping down on the couch and spreading her legs. "It's for your own good. We care about you, Hilde." Hilde snorted,"Care to have me gone." Dorothy bent over the sink. Girls walked past and ignored her. Some looked disgusted at the sound her constant wretching. Dorothy brushed her hair back and brushed some vomit rests of her mouthline. Looking at herself in the mirror, ignoring her dreafully pale, thin ghoslike reflection, Dorothy shook her head,"Still fat." she muttered. "Hey, if it isn't Pukie!" Doroty felt the urge to vomit at the sound of that voice,"What is it? Demeter?" she asked, annoyed. "You!" answered the girl, brushing back a blonde bang,"You are so disgusting! Worse than when you were fa---" Before Demeter could finish, Dorothy's fist had connected with the girl's mouth. Panting, Dorothy removed it, ignoring as a few of Demeter's teeth fell out. "Why you---" Demeter looked like she wanted to hurt Dorothy. "Don't even think about it.... bitch." snarled Dorothy, holding a fist up to Demeter's face,"Or I'll break that pretty nose of yours as well." Just then, the school janitor came into the bathroom. Immediatly, Demeter began to cry,"Dorothy was being over-aggressive again!" The janitor raised one eyebrow, and pointed to the door. Dorothy eyed Demeter and smirked,"Don't think I'm through with you, Demmie." After brushing through her pink hair, Dorothy turned around and walked casually through the door, leaving Demeter with an indignified expression. Cathrine stepped onto the empty stage, and grabbed the microphone waiting for her. Though she had done this before, she still felt a bit scared, but masked it with a cheerful smile,"Hi, my name is Cathrine Bloom.... I'd like to sing you a new song I wrote.... it's called "Alice." It's about an old story I read in a newspaper.... about a girl who commited suicide because she had no friends, and everyone was so mean to her.... and no one did anything." Cathrine looked down for a moment, then eyes her audience, and continued talking,"The kids were only punished when it was too late. This song is about her, and how she felt.... It's what I would tell to anyone who feels this way...." Cathrine paused and looked at her audience, then began to sing: "I can see the mistakes in your eyes they show in your heart and entertain the smart bless your soul before you perish in the arms of your beloved, everywhere I'm with you you swear you can't do a thing cause they're everywhere these cheatin souls You're just a California girl in your lonely world thinkin how to make it through the day Everyone's better than you Everyone's cooler than you Everyone's got somthing to throw in your face Isn't this world a lonely place? You never know what to do You never know what to say you just wish you could make them all pay Your world seems grey You just wish you could lay down to sleep and never awaken to see the light of day the cold wind bruises your skin your kin don't know where to begin your drowning in yourself and don't know why Why is everyone Better than you Why is everyone Smarter than you Why is everyone so cruel to you? You swear there's nothing you can do Nothing you can do to make these demons go away but your not alone Somewhere in this world someone dying instead of you let the world see your face get out of your hidden place You got a reason to be here So don't end your life Don't give up on this strife Life is full of hidden suprises So why throw it all away? Throw it all awa-ay Throw it Throw it Throw it all Awaaaaaay?" After Cathrine had finished singing, she took a bow to the cheering audience. Going backstage, a man with long blonde hair came towards her,"You were wonderful, Cathy. What the club needs is more people like you.... not some girly ditzes who only sing about sex." Cathrine shook her head,"Come on, Zechs, you know why they were really cheering. It's because I was dressed in my underwear." "It's not underwear...." "Whatever you want to call it, the guys seemed to be turned on to see me wearing next-to-nothing. Well, in a few weeks, I'm married, and then I won't have much time to come around here anymore." Zechs smiled sadly,"Yeah, the guys already told me that once you'll be one to miss. From all the acts that came and went, you were their favorite." "They're just saying that. The day I walk out that door, they'll just fall in love with next pretty face they'll see. They'd forget in a week I even existed." stated Cathrine. Zechs shook head,"Not all of them.... some really like you. We're all going to miss you.... a LOT. There aren't too many pretty girls who can move people like you do. You got talent.... stop by once in a while. If the guy you're marrying truly loves you, he'd let you stop by. You won't have to sing or dress specially or anything.... Just drop by to say hi once in a while, OK?" Cathrine smiled,"THAT I can promise." As Cathrine was talking to Zechs, two girls were watching her. "Hey, Julia, isn't that Cathrine Bloom over there?" asked a girl with straight blonde hair, small blue eyes, and a long, crooked nose. "Yeah.... she performed a song tonight." replied a girl with frizzy brown hair, thin lips, and eyes as tiny as the blonde girl's. "Look at what she's wearing.... she looks like a prostitute." said the brown-haired girl. "That song she sang was so fakely sentimental.... ya know? It's, like, so not cool. There was no guy or nothing, she wants to be 'different', but she acts stupid, ya know?" The blonde girl put her hands to her hips when she finished speaking. "Yeah," agreed the brown haired girl,"You know, I don't even think she wrote it, like, she's so fake and just wants to hog all the love." "Yeah, I think her breasts are fake, too...." both girls laughed. "Yeah," agreed the blonde girl,"And I bet that hair was curled...." "Yeah, what a fakeling!" ============================== So-cal is were my mind states but it's not my state of mind ============================== Hilde leaned against the brick city wall, staring out into the night. "Nightime is so beautiful," she mused,"It seems to hide the horrors of the day." Just then, a boy approached her, his braid waving in the cold night breeze,"May I join you?" Hilde shrugged,"It's a free country." The boy nodded, and leaned against the wall as Hilde did. "Long time no see, Hilde." Hilde nodded,"Yeah, been busy." "You don't usually come here.... this is my spot." the boy pointed out. "I know." "Home's been rough?" "You run, you hide, you don't lie. Yes, home's been rough." Hilde nearly exclaimed. "Now, don't get mad, I'm only trying to help," said the boy, his violet eyes sparkling with concern. "I know, Duo. I know.... It's just.... my new dad's so...." "Crappy?" asked the boy. Hilde nodded,"Yes, I guess you can call him that. The guy's a pervert." "What'd he do?" There was a pause before Hilde answered,"Stuff. Stuff that dads should not be doing." Duo seemed to get the hint. "How about you, Duo?" asked Hilde,"How's your dad been treating you?" "Horrible." "You tell him yet?" Duo nodded,"Yes, that's why I got this bruise on my back." Hilde bit her lip,"Oh, so it didn't go well." "He's blaming my mom for turning me into a girlie boy." "Stop it, Duo, you're not a girlie boy. Being gay is nothing bad in my opinion." "Easy for you to say, you're not gay." "If your dad can't accept you for who you are, then he's the one with the problem." "Hilde?" asked Duo. "Yes?" replied Hilde. "Please stop sounding like those girls on Miss America Pageants?" Hilde smiled,"I was only trying to be supportive." "You know, sometimes I think we're the biggest misfits in the word, you know?" "Our lives are ripe for 7th Heaven." "No, being gay is a sin," joked Duo. "Stop it, you know I'm Catholic," "It was only a joke," protested Duo,"but I'd say our lives are more like a bad soap opera." "A really, really bad soap opera." added Hilde. ============================== I'm not as ugly sad as you ============================== Dorothy quietly took off her clothes and stepped into a tub filled with warm water. Taking a soft running shower head, Dorothy made her long hair wet. Putting in some shampoo, Dorothy gradually washed the pink color from her hair, leaving only her natural bleach blonde color. After she had finished, she drained the water and got out of the tub, looking for a towel. Before she found it, her mirror reflection caught her eye. A girl, thin and bony, with haunted, hollow-staring eyes with only a bit of skin left on her skeleton-like structure. Dorothy just stood there for a moment, gazing sadly at her reflection. Lifting a bony finger, Dorothy traced her body. Dorothy sighed. If a person would have listened closer to the sigh, he would have heard a quiet whisper of the words 'baby fat' buried in the sigh. Taking a towel, Dorothy wrapped it around her lithe frame. As she stepped out of the bathtub and into her room, she found Derik waiting there. "What is is, father?" asked Dorothy, dryly. "Today I heard from your principal that you got into a fight and knocked a girl's teeth out." stated Derik. "So? She was not respecting me." "Your sister Anita never got in trouble at your age." "I am not Anita. Anita's in college, and I hope she rots there." Derik's eyes grew wide,"All right, Dorothy, I have had it with you and your behavior. Tomorrow, you are out of this house!" "You can't do that, father. I'm not eighteen yet." "I can do what I want in my house! I have no need for a brat like you wasting my money!" Dorothy's eyes grew small,"If that is what you wish, father." she hissed. That night, Dorothy quietly packed some clothes, a single piece of snake themed jewelry, and a second pair of shoes. For a long while she eyed her pet snake. What would happen if she left it there? Her father would certainly do away with it. But how could she take it with her? Thinking a while, Dorothy picked up her cell phone and began dialing a number. Holding her ear to the phone Dorothy began quietly to speak, "Hello, is that you, Wufei?" A tired voice came from the other end,"Dorothy?" "Yeah, I'm leaving.... can you do me a favor and bring my snake to a place where she'll be safe?" "Um.... I heard there's some kind of shelter.... wait, no, I don't think they accept snakes...." "How about a----" "Wait, I got it.... I'll keep the snake for you...." Dorothy's face lit up,"You'd do that for ME?" "Yes," Wufei replied reluctantly,"My mom will freak if she'd ever find out, but what she doesn't know can't hurt her...." "Don't worry, it'll be worth it.... I'll drop her off in her cage, and I'll give you three thousand dollars. I might come back for her later, but that money ought to last for a good three years.... I added in a few for payment, I don't want to use you." explained Dorothy. "No, you don't have to pay me extra," replied Wufei,"Just leave the money for the food." "Where have you been?" demanded a frail woman with hair curlers in her gray hair, beedy brown eyes, and a tight mouthline, who was wearing a floral-patterned nightgown. "Don't worry, Grandmama. I was at a club singing a song I wrote." replied Cathrine, looking down at the old lady who was head shorter than she. "It's three AM. Young girls need their rest. You had me worried sick." Cathrine shrugged,"Sorry Grandmama." The old woman smiled, and lifted a trembling finger to secure herself on Cathrine's shoulder," 'Tis alright. When I was younger, I used to do what you did. Years ago.... the crowd used to love me and call for encores!" Grandmama gave a lonley sigh,"I was pretty then, too." "I know, Grandmama." "Yeah, but beauty fades and at the end it is what you have in here," Grandmama pointed to her head,"That counts." Cathrine smiled,"I know, Grandmama. Come on, I'll help you to bed." The next morning, Cathrine woke and prepared breakfast for Grandmama and herself. As she set the table and sat down to eat, Grandmama still did not show. Maybe she's just sleeping late," thought Cathrine,"She DID stay up last night waiting for me...." After breakfast, Grandmama still didn't show. Cathrine began to get worried. "Maybe she's sick," she thought. Walking out of the kitchen, Cathrine felt a bit worried as she approached Grandmama's door. She gently knocked on it, calling quietly,"Grandmama?" There came no response. Cathrine opened the door and poked her head inside,"Grandmama?" Grandmama was lying stiffly in bed, eyes closed. "Grandmama?" asked Cathrine, walking towards the old lady's bed and gently shaking her,"Grandmama, wake up, breakfast's ready...." There came no response from old lady's lips. The only thing on them was a lingering, haunting, knowing smile. Cathrine's lip began to tremble as she checked Grandmama's pulse. The old lady had died peacefully in her sleep. A tear rolled down Cathrine's cheek, but she said nothing. Even though she didn't believe in God, Cathrine got down on her knees and prayed. She prayed not only for Grandmama's soul. She prayed for strength to get over what had happened. ================================== [1] She's real. A girl who was in my Sunday School when I was eleven. Nasty person, she used to bully people all the time just because her mother (who was also rather rude) had an important role in the school. I got into fights with her, not phsyical ones, though. I swear I didn't start any of them.... She called me stupid, and that started everything that followed. I just defended my image. Besides, if you bully a bully, it's not a crime, is it? And to think we were all sweet little Girl Scouts. [2] I wrote that. [3] I have one of those! Custom made, custom paid, custom fitted. [4] I have one of those, too! Snakes rule! They make me look scary, intimmidating---- (mouse squeaks) GAAA!!!! (jumps on chair) See, the stress here is on LOOK intimmidating. [5] Ewwwwww.... I saw a girl do that once.... in a petshop. I couldn't eat lunch after that. [6] Hehe, my catch phrase! I got the idea when my friend, Rick, was given Ritalin. Being normal in school is a crime. ================================== |
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