Hey guys, totally bored so, Tada! Plus I wanna use a weird name from my book of names. Anyway, I wanna prove I can write more than a couple of characters who aren't Mary Sue and have something to do while I listen to Owl City
It's truly how amazing all the things one 12 year old girl can destroy on one very bad day.
Her bestfriend Ryan (Who in real life is not my bestfriend and I am not an artist) a fellow artist was sketching (which is coincidentily why we call him sketch;) and chatting about constipated ducks (while drawing a duck in shades, rock on Ryan!).
She was grumping because of the draught (Rain brings good ideas and happy thoughts), studying her nails (when she should have been studying her math) and fretting about the math test today.
Why?
You'd think someone so awesome would be good at math.
Oh come on, take Percy for example.
Awesome people are not good at math!
Her nails however brought her colorful relief.
Done the night before with colorful (And sparkly!) nail polish, the hypnotic and familar Roy G. Biv (plus a white and black and white again pattern after that) calmed her senses.
Math was hard enough if you didn't have a demonic teacher who wanted to eat your soul.
Which, unbeknownest to poor, poor Wesley, the odd duck (Which might be why she liked it when Ryan drew them), she did.
Which led to destruction of half the classroom and ruining of Miss Popular, "Ew, Why do you hang out with Ryan he's such a dweeb!" laugh manicure.
Honestly, who knew so much paint (In math class mind you) can get in so many places at once? And where the Hades did it come from?
Sigh.
Who knows.
Except for me of course I know everthing. Related to this, just not math...
The next destruction happened in gym, where she accidentily sorta blinded the P.E. teacher, which led to an unfortunate chain reaction including many dodge balls and two kids trying very hard to take their medication and cry alone in the corner (One of them being Kiley, poor irish kid. She really didn't deserve any of her misfortune.) and was totally not her fault.
The third was the only destruction planned. A little vandelism project with Ryan (which she will take total credit for.).
But that never got finished, because just before they were done she was pulled away from her crazy life into a crazier one.
By Grover Underwood.
With much referance to my friend Ryan, of whom draws me awesome ducks and drew Becca a duck for her birthday! Who we really do sometimes call sketch. Haha, my nickname is Mental, I wonder why. Have you guys heard of Britt Nicole? Check out Headphones and Gold.