Thursday, February 21, 2008

A story ( I dont know what the real name should be)

"Do you want to hangout sometime?" Brock asked with his "beautiful smile" he uses on all the girls that he wants to make out with. In his mind, that girls cute lets talk and make out. That girls ugly try to stay away from her. He thinks that since I am new to this school that I don't know him. I have spent months studying every student in the school. It wasn't hard, there are only 2,000 students. You see I'm not just some freak who has that much time on her hands. No i have a mission. What it is yet I do not know, but my agency throws you somewhere and then gives you the mission after your there for a week or two so you don't seem suspicious. I have learned that during the 2 weeks your there don't get involved with boys.
"No thanks, I don't have time," I said, "I have to finish a huge project." He gave me a puzzled look because it was the first day of school and we haven't even started school yet. Little did he know that I had to prepare for anything. I am 18 years old. And my name is Lily Parks. I am a secret agent for the TSS agency which stands for "Teens Secret Service". I have been in this since I was born...or since I can remember.
My last mission was. One of the teachers were hiding an ostrige(sp?) in her classroom. I had to make up a way for it to die. Because it was giving off weird diseases to the students. My agency thinks its safer if we have fake names my fake name this time is Cassandra Emissary.

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I am Walter Vendellen. I work for BTSS which stands for Better Teens Secret Service. I am to bring Lily Parks onto our side she is their best agent and we need her. So we can be the best. I really think this is rather stupid but if I don't do this I get tortured! They hang me by my toes and tickle me. I know its lame but I hate it when the blood rushes to my head. I am 19 years old. You would think that I would be able to get away but I have fun on these silly little missions and have many fun experiences. I think this school is weird. But the weirder it is the more fun you can have.

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I cant believe that they put me in a swing dance class. They know I cant dance. Here is one class that I know I am going to fail. They are so mean, next time I talk to them... I don't know but I am not happy!

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Yes! Swing dancing class. I love swing dance class I get to show off my muscles! Just kidding.

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"Alright, time for class to start!" yelled Mr. Little. This guy is weird. What kind of teacher hangs rubber chickens all over his class room. One is hanging on the screen handle that pulls the screen down by its neck. Despite his name this guy is not little, he's so big I wouldn't be able to wrap my arms around him, he is so tall he could simply raise his arm and hit his elbow on the top of the door. This is not what I call a science class. "This chicken hanging by his neck means that I am in a baad mood," he spat with an incomprehensible expression on his face. "It is a warning sign that..." he cut off because a guy in the middle of the room laughed. The teacher glared at him. "Do you think its funny?" Mr. Little said in a challenging voice. The guy was quiet not sure what to say. Then a big grin went on Mr. Littles face and he started to chuckle. Then suddenly he frowned "Don't touch that you chicken toucher! No touching my chickens!" The guy turned around with a confused look like someone hit him for no reason. Then as i focused more on his face I immediately knew who he was. Not from studying but from previous years. It was Walter Vendellen!

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Stupid Mr. Little why can't I touch the stupid chicken. He doesn't know how to have fun.




2 comments:

Mindy said...

I love it April. You must keep writing or else I will go mad with anticipation!

Terry Neff Allen said...

Funny! Haha...can I edit it with correct punctuation and stuff? I wouldn't change anything else.