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Chapter 1
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Trish looked up and couldn't help but laugh. Their was a guy standing near her with rainbow hair. "May I ask who you are?"
Jeff buffed out his chest and made a deep voice. "I am the mighty hero of your dreams!"
Trish sighed. "Dork." She looked back down. "What do you want?"
Jeff sighed. "Im sorry let me start over. My name is Jeffery Nero Hardy, Im 25 years old, I like writing poerty and playing my guatair." He smiled and may I ask who you think you are siting in my spot?"
"My name is Trish Anne Stratus, Im from Canada, I'm 27 and I hope to become a doctor. Thats who I am." Trish looked back up and gave Jeff a grinn.
The wind blew and both of them gayzed in each others eyes. "Well, it was nice to meet you Jeff, but i gotta be going now." Trish picked up her bags and walked off.
She stopped by Jeffs Voice. "Hope to meet again!" Trish just turned around and smiled.
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"EVERYONE ON YOU KNEE'S AND GIVE ME 100 PUSH-UPS!" Mr. Taker yelled.
Trish began to do push-ups but got distracting watching Jeff run the field. She fell and everyone began to laugh.
"MISS. STRATUS DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO DO A PUSH-UP!?" Mr. Taker asked.
"Sorry Sir, I just..." Trish got cut off by Mr. Taker.
"RUN THE FIELD! I WANT 10 LAPS NOW!"
Trish got up and began to run the field. 'Oh no...' Trish though as Stacy was running up to her. Trish tired to go faster but it was no use. The long legged blonde caught up to her.
Stacy pushed Trish in the mud and began to laugh. Stacy picked up Trish but only to push her down once again. "Short pice of trash." Stacy began to jog off, as Trish got up, and san as fast as she could and speared Stacy into a mud puddle. They both began to wrestle in the mud. All the guys stoped to watch. Stacy began to drown Trish in the mud. Then she picked Trish up by her hair. As she helped Trish up, Trish smuged mud in Stacy hair and face then knocked her out.
Mr. Taker came over. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!"
Stacy got up and began to fake cry. "Mr. Taker, I was running and for no reason at all Trish began to attack me from behind."
"Not true!" Trish yelled
Mr. Taker crossed his arms "Stacy its okay! BUT YOU TRISH GO TO MR. MCMAHONS OFFICE!"
"But..." Trish complained
"NOW!"
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Chapter 1
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Trish looked up and couldn't help but laugh. Their was a guy standing near her with rainbow hair. "May I ask who you are?"
Jeff buffed out his chest and made a deep voice. "I am the mighty hero of your dreams!"
Trish sighed. "Dork." She looked back down. "What do you want?"
Jeff sighed. "Im sorry let me start over. My name is Jeffery Nero Hardy, Im 25 years old, I like writing poerty and playing my guatair." He smiled and may I ask who you think you are siting in my spot?"
"My name is Trish Anne Stratus, Im from Canada, I'm 27 and I hope to become a doctor. Thats who I am." Trish looked back up and gave Jeff a grinn.
The wind blew and both of them gayzed in each others eyes. "Well, it was nice to meet you Jeff, but i gotta be going now." Trish picked up her bags and walked off.
She stopped by Jeffs Voice. "Hope to meet again!" Trish just turned around and smiled.
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"EVERYONE ON YOU KNEE'S AND GIVE ME 100 PUSH-UPS!" Mr. Taker yelled.
Trish began to do push-ups but got distracting watching Jeff run the field. She fell and everyone began to laugh.
"MISS. STRATUS DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO DO A PUSH-UP!?" Mr. Taker asked.
"Sorry Sir, I just..." Trish got cut off by Mr. Taker.
"RUN THE FIELD! I WANT 10 LAPS NOW!"
Trish got up and began to run the field. 'Oh no...' Trish though as Stacy was running up to her. Trish tired to go faster but it was no use. The long legged blonde caught up to her.
Stacy pushed Trish in the mud and began to laugh. Stacy picked up Trish but only to push her down once again. "Short pice of trash." Stacy began to jog off, as Trish got up, and san as fast as she could and speared Stacy into a mud puddle. They both began to wrestle in the mud. All the guys stoped to watch. Stacy began to drown Trish in the mud. Then she picked Trish up by her hair. As she helped Trish up, Trish smuged mud in Stacy hair and face then knocked her out.
Mr. Taker came over. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!"
Stacy got up and began to fake cry. "Mr. Taker, I was running and for no reason at all Trish began to attack me from behind."
"Not true!" Trish yelled
Mr. Taker crossed his arms "Stacy its okay! BUT YOU TRISH GO TO MR. MCMAHONS OFFICE!"
"But..." Trish complained
"NOW!"
NO REVIEWS = NO STORY