I, obviously own no rights to Yami no Matsuei. My writing style is much different than
what they did, or she did, or he did, you should be smart enough to know that.
Once Upon a Doll
The teacher chalked the assignment up on the board, not glancing at the calss to see who
was present. Of course no one would notice a tall, albino kind of man sitting right in front.
What was this glorious assignment?
Write an Essay on anything you want
That was it. She sighed, tired of life, and slouched in her seat. Who cared about this
class? She obviously didn't. Yet, she's not the main character so, she dissapears.
Muraki stared at his paper blankly. Now we all must remember what glorious English
skills he possesses. So he glanced at the board and began to write his paper.
***
I like dolls. They make sense, and can tape together. Meats is good too. Tsuzuki is my
friend and I want to eat meats. Mmmm meat. Everyone should eat meats. Meats for everyone!
Doll is my a friend. I hope my a doll walks to park with me on daylight. That would nice occur.
***
He smiled, satisfied with his job. Then again, why not impress the teacher by adding
more.
***
I want to say a story. I was once eating a fish when a marshmallow talked to me. He is
nice. He be my friends. I hope we talks to each others soon because I want his booger.
***
For some reason, the whole booger part, didn't make sense, "How do I say booger," he
asked a young boy next to him. The young boy stared at him for a moment, then ran out of the
class screaming. Poor Muraki. No one wanted to be his friend.
***
I want a friends. I have a friends. I like meat.
***
Now there was a new kid in class, his name was Hisoka...
To be continued....
what they did, or she did, or he did, you should be smart enough to know that.
Once Upon a Doll
The teacher chalked the assignment up on the board, not glancing at the calss to see who
was present. Of course no one would notice a tall, albino kind of man sitting right in front.
What was this glorious assignment?
Write an Essay on anything you want
That was it. She sighed, tired of life, and slouched in her seat. Who cared about this
class? She obviously didn't. Yet, she's not the main character so, she dissapears.
Muraki stared at his paper blankly. Now we all must remember what glorious English
skills he possesses. So he glanced at the board and began to write his paper.
***
I like dolls. They make sense, and can tape together. Meats is good too. Tsuzuki is my
friend and I want to eat meats. Mmmm meat. Everyone should eat meats. Meats for everyone!
Doll is my a friend. I hope my a doll walks to park with me on daylight. That would nice occur.
***
He smiled, satisfied with his job. Then again, why not impress the teacher by adding
more.
***
I want to say a story. I was once eating a fish when a marshmallow talked to me. He is
nice. He be my friends. I hope we talks to each others soon because I want his booger.
***
For some reason, the whole booger part, didn't make sense, "How do I say booger," he
asked a young boy next to him. The young boy stared at him for a moment, then ran out of the
class screaming. Poor Muraki. No one wanted to be his friend.
***
I want a friends. I have a friends. I like meat.
***
Now there was a new kid in class, his name was Hisoka...
To be continued....