Xqulth: I am so, so very, very sorry! My computer is having virus issues and school has been exhausting. Please forgive me my peeps/faithful readers/awesome reviewers.

Alex: Yeah she had Shakespeare and poetry *shudder* to do. You suck by the way.

X: I know don't rub it in.

Griffin: Xqulth owns absolutely nothing…its rather amusing.

X: no its not.

Griff: Yes it is.

Xqulth: shut the hell up.

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I was planning in my head the exact steps I was going to take to blow the hell out of the paladins. Unfortunately, I needed Griffin to pull this off. I also needed a way to vent my anger out at David, I was still deciding on whether or not to kill him. I mean I wanted to so very badly, yet strangely it amused me to see him tick off Griffin (AN true yet in other words, I need more votes before the final call so far its 1 maybe and 1 for sure). Glancing at my fridge I saw a flyer my sister had sent me.

Poetry reading: Grand prize is $1,000 and a chance to go to nationals for $100,000

Jumping there, I quickly printed out a copy of my favorite poem: O Captain! My Captain! And went to sign up.

"Hi, I wanted to sign up for the poetry reading."

"And you're reading what?" The very pissed looking librarian said.

"O Captain! My Captain! And my names Alex."

"Very well, get in line."

Sitting for about 20 minutes, I heard enough Jack frost and other creepy poets to last me a lifetime. When I heard my name I walked up and scanned the room. Sitting towards the back was none other than the cocky, arrogant jumper I had come to love. Did I just say love? God Alex get a hold of yourself. I was wondering why Griffin was here until the pissed looking librarian cleared her throat.

"I will be reading O Captain! My Captain! By Walt Whitman."

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

When I finished the poem I looked up and saw a shocked Griffin, a less pissed off looking librarian and some people with tears in their eyes. I blinked a couple of times then walked off stage very slowly and sat by Griff.

"Since when, can you read like that?" He asked once I sat.

"Since I could read, dumbass. Now stop moving I'm tired, I want to sleep and right now you're the closest thing to a pillow." With that I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep in about two minutes.

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Xqulth: Anywho, what did you peeps think? Tell me! I just know!!!!!

Alex: Review so I know whether or not I can kill David.

Griffin: You need more than fillers you know….

X and Alex: SHU T THE HELL UP GRIFFIN O'CONNOR!!!!!!!