par the time I got to the small shopping center in my ever smaller town, my Jeep had stalled twice, the window was stuck half way and the little light on the dash was flashing. Could it get any worst? Better not say that in case something did happen.
I grabbed my keys, stuffed them in my bag and slammed the door.
“Julie! Over here! Juuuuulie!” Sophie was almost standing on her chair in the nourriture court waving her hands in the air like a lunatic. “What took so long? I've been waiting for like 3 hours!” she a dit when I finally managed to weave my way through the other people there. “I only got your text 20 minutes ago, so if you've been here three hours, it's not my fault.” I crossed my arms and glared at her. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us before we both burst out laughing. “So what did toi want me for anyway? Is it another guy from the football team? ou maybe it's football this time.” I sat in the chair opposite her and took a sip of her root-beer. “That's mine,” she grabbed the drink from my hands, “And it is a guy but this time is different.”
“How different?” I looked up at her from under my long lashes.
“He's not on a team, but he does l’amour going for hikes in the forest.” She replied dreamily.
“Hey, Sophie! Sophie!” I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
“Oh, what? Oh sorry. Anyway, do toi want to know what he looks like? I only got a quick glimpse in history class for like 45 minutes.”
“Ya a quick glimpse all right. feu away, I'm bound to hear about it sooner ou later.” I wiggled in my seat, getting comfortable. “Well, where to start? Oh, I know. He has the most gorgeous hair! It's blond and flips up on the ends like a little halo! Oh it's soooo cute! And his eyes are the sweetest shade of blue....” Sophie continued her description in painful detail. I flipped open my cell phone to check for any texts when I noticed one from someone I didn't know. “Brett Coulis?”
“...And his arms are soooo, did toi say something Jules?”
“Umm, it's just, I got a text from some guy named Brett Coulis. toi know him?”
“Brett Coulis, as in the guy I was just talking about! OMG! How did he get your number? Can toi give it to me, please.” Sophie was almost on her knees, begging for this number. I gave it to her then looked at the clock, it was nearly 5:00pm. “Sophie, I got to go, so call me later. Ok?” I was stuffing my phone back in my pocket.
“Ya sure, see ya.” She gave me a hug then headed off to the stores.
I was walking to my Jeep, when I remembered that I hadn't read the text from Brett. I dug my phone out of my pocket again and looked, it read:
“17 right? They'll be ready, toi should be too.”
Ok, creepy. How did he know my age when I had just heard about him today? And who were they? And what should I be ready for?
I grabbed my keys, stuffed them in my bag and slammed the door.
“Julie! Over here! Juuuuulie!” Sophie was almost standing on her chair in the nourriture court waving her hands in the air like a lunatic. “What took so long? I've been waiting for like 3 hours!” she a dit when I finally managed to weave my way through the other people there. “I only got your text 20 minutes ago, so if you've been here three hours, it's not my fault.” I crossed my arms and glared at her. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us before we both burst out laughing. “So what did toi want me for anyway? Is it another guy from the football team? ou maybe it's football this time.” I sat in the chair opposite her and took a sip of her root-beer. “That's mine,” she grabbed the drink from my hands, “And it is a guy but this time is different.”
“How different?” I looked up at her from under my long lashes.
“He's not on a team, but he does l’amour going for hikes in the forest.” She replied dreamily.
“Hey, Sophie! Sophie!” I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
“Oh, what? Oh sorry. Anyway, do toi want to know what he looks like? I only got a quick glimpse in history class for like 45 minutes.”
“Ya a quick glimpse all right. feu away, I'm bound to hear about it sooner ou later.” I wiggled in my seat, getting comfortable. “Well, where to start? Oh, I know. He has the most gorgeous hair! It's blond and flips up on the ends like a little halo! Oh it's soooo cute! And his eyes are the sweetest shade of blue....” Sophie continued her description in painful detail. I flipped open my cell phone to check for any texts when I noticed one from someone I didn't know. “Brett Coulis?”
“...And his arms are soooo, did toi say something Jules?”
“Umm, it's just, I got a text from some guy named Brett Coulis. toi know him?”
“Brett Coulis, as in the guy I was just talking about! OMG! How did he get your number? Can toi give it to me, please.” Sophie was almost on her knees, begging for this number. I gave it to her then looked at the clock, it was nearly 5:00pm. “Sophie, I got to go, so call me later. Ok?” I was stuffing my phone back in my pocket.
“Ya sure, see ya.” She gave me a hug then headed off to the stores.
I was walking to my Jeep, when I remembered that I hadn't read the text from Brett. I dug my phone out of my pocket again and looked, it read:
“17 right? They'll be ready, toi should be too.”
Ok, creepy. How did he know my age when I had just heard about him today? And who were they? And what should I be ready for?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, ou things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if toi die from laughter, ou possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolat coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I l’amour Harry Potter
ou was it pomme Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolat coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I l’amour Harry Potter
ou was it pomme Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH seconde favori CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH favori CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND favori IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND tanière, den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA rose YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the cœur, coeur and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The Lost will flee ou loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned ou tainted ou overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I montrer signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much plus green
dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And chats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give toi nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, ou copper ou even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
toi can get your own fairy and wish for whatever toi want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much plus green
dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And chats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give toi nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, ou copper ou even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
toi can get your own fairy and wish for whatever toi want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around