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However, we can bake some pretty nifty blueberry pies.
He breathed and began the epic story of emos.
"Once upon a time, in a land far away..."
Again, a child interrupted, "Just get on with it."
He snarled. "Shut up, kid. That's the fifth time the story has been disrupted. The next person who dares to break into my story, I will send them to Rock-san. Got it?" (1)
The audience stared at the instructor, disbelieving in the teacher's threat, but the absolute seriousness in his pearl eyes settled them down into complete silence.
He sighed. "Much better. Getting on with the story..."
And the audience meekly began to listen to the tale.
Two teenagers are chatting nonchalantly on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Let's call them A and B. (Since, of course, they wish to remain anonymous.)
Suddenly, out of the blue, A starts to break down into tears and turns, as the term is nowadays, "emo."
B shrieks in horror, for she knows how A's emotional phases can quickly fly out of control.
"OH JESUS CHRIST!" (No offense meant to all you religious readers out there. Keeping it real...) (2)
She whips out her handy-dandy bottle of capsules, full to the brim with the pills ready to mediate A's symptoms. B attempts twice to unscrew the damn bottle, swearing under her breath, until she reads the fine print on the bottle. "Hold down the cap while slowly turning it clockwise to unscrew the bottle."
Obviously, B curses one final time before obeying the instructions and deftly picks up a sienna brown pill.
"Eat it!" B demands.
A stares at the pill suspiciously.
B deviates an incredibly genius plan. "It's chocolate!"
And everyone knows A cannot resist chocolate.
A screams, "CHOCOLATE!" and stuffs...
B into her mouth?
Shocked, A says, "Oops," and stares blankly into space.
B shrieks, "AHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
A yells, "Holy shit! Whaddo I do?!" and barfs B back up.
"And this, children, is why you shouldn't be emo." Neji finished.
The young audience gaped as a boy audaciously raised his hand.
"Yes?" Neji indicated towards the student.
"Do you know this from experience?"
Neji paused in his mind, the words echoing the virtual valley of his mind.
*Son of a---. HOW THE HELL DOES HE KNOW?!* (2)
~Owari~
Footnotes:
(1) Rock-san, as in Rock Lee. But ya hafta admit, it sounds pretty weird... "Rock-san"... xD
(2) In case you haven't read SKT's bio yet, here's the downplay:
*...* = thoughts
(...) = the authoresses' input)
-...- = the action
The above is meant for a more script-like stories, so...
Yeah. xD
And that's as much as I'm giving you. xP See ya! ^-^ (From us both!~)