"Oh, I've hated Paulina forever." Sam said. "I just needed to get my anger out again."
"No joke, once back in third grade Paulina-" Sam covered Tucker's mouth.
"That's a story we both don't need to hear!" She threatened.
"But it was funny!" Tuck protested.
"So, Sam?" I asked, both of us were lounging about in the Ghost Zone, Sam having just did something very painful to the Box Ghost.
"Mmm?" She replied, as though I were pulling her away from some other train of thought.
"I was just wondering, back at the beginning of the play practices, Tucker," I cringed slightly at the name, "mentioned a funny story about you and Paulina in the third grade. Care to share?" Sam sighed.
"I'm not getting out of this one am I?" She asked wearily. I shook my head. "Fine. It was the first day of school, and the last time I had seen Paulina I had pushed her into the community pool, so her new sundress had gotten ruined. She was mad, obviously, and she wasn't about to let it go. That day she was nice to me.
"I was very suspicious, but, I let it slide, keeping my guard up. Near the end of the day, the teacher had to step outside to have a private conference with the principal. Paulina was sitting behind me, and I was drawing, so I wasn't paying any attention to anything. Paulina dropped ice cubes down my back.
"I jumped out of my seat and began clawing at my back to dig them out. The ice finally fell out the bottom of my shirt. I scooped them up off the floor and put them down Paulina's underwear. Ms Princess got really mad. She pulled down my skirt and underwear, and wrote her name and a heart on my butt.
"I was not happy, so I did the same to her, except I wrote, '2 Goth 4 U,' she started to retailiate, but I had gotten my skirt up, and she was standing half naked, when the teacher walked in. The teacher thought that Paulina had wet herself, with the melted ice cubes on her skirt. The next day, she attmpted to spray paint me pink, which is why I got a detention for tying her to the flagpole." Sam finished with a smile.
"Seriously? You tied her to a flagpole?" Sam nodded, "I thought only people in stories did that." I commented, thinking of how I'd never seen it done in real life.
"This isn't a story," Sam said, shaking her head at my stupidity.
"Or is it?" I asked omniously, getting rewarded with a weird look.
So, there you go, the third grade story. The stuff in italics is where it was mentioned. Blah blah blah. Review if you want too, especially if you liked Pointless, which has now been finished! Huzzah!
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Goodnight, Goodnight, Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow.
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