Okay, I'll post the last 3 introductories right now. REPLY!!!!!
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Chapter 5: MiKaela Baxter
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Believe me when I say, 'Don't mess with me.' But, hey, if you chose to, it's your death call. Not my fault if you start messing with me, and then get hurt.
I guess I don't exactly look like the 'Tough Girl' type, with my long red hair, green eyes, and freckles. But believe me, don't judge a book by its cover. Or, a girl by her hair. Especially me. Because I'll take you on. I'll take anyone on. I'm not afraid.
When I was 5 years old I got into my first real fight. My mom made me wear a dress to Kindergarten, and this really annoying guy, Timmy McDarler, made fun of it. Boy, did I give him something to moan about. I didn't care if I was wearing a dress, I still kicked his ass.
My mom wasn't too happy about it though. Especially since I ruined my dress. Tear, Tear.
After that, I was always getting into fights, usually with boys, saying about how much stronger they were than me. But, a lot of times it was girls, saying I was a 'tomboy' or stuff like that. Man, I showed them a thing or two.
And then one day, Jimmy McDarler, all gown up (Except his maturity level, naturally), was mocking me, going, "Oh look. I'm MiKaela, and I'm a big strong muscle girl. I beat all the guys, and I probably do drugs too."
Pretty soon, two of his buddies, Chris Tandem and George Hass, joined in, saying about how I was some sort of drug addict, and stuff like that. Well, they couldn't talk for long.
I guess Jimmy hadn't warned his friends not to make me angry. 'Cause they sure did. And, they paid the price. Big time. Big enough time to put all three of them in the hospital.
And, big enough time to get me sent to court.
Man, it's not like it's my fault. I should have sued THEM for harrastent, or something like that. Harassment, I think it's called. Whatever.
Yeah, they're in some hospital room being served by nurses and I'm here in court listening to the stupid judge go on and on about something. Wearing a dress. Me, not him. Although, that would be pretty funny.
He asked me something, and I looked at him, propping my feet up on the table in front of me, and asked, "Yeah, what was that? I wasn't paying attention."
I heard my mom sigh from behind me, and the judge growl from in front of me. Interesting, there was a whole zoo of sounds in this room. I was tempted to share my discovery that Judge Aarons was wearing a wig, but I decided against it after he gave me a death pan stare. No fair, that's my evil stare!
"I said, you have a choice. Camp Green Lake, or Jail." The judge said, adjusting his hair.
"What the hell is Camp Green Lake?" I asked. I felt my mom slap me on the shoulder, hissing, "Behave MiKaela!"
This was new, I'd never heard her hiss before. Or perhaps I have, I just wasn't listening. Probably, wouldn't be the first time. Or second. Or third. Or fourth. Yeah, whatever.
"Camp Green Lake is a place for people like you," He said disdainfully, "It's a Juvenile camp for girls and boys. I'm sure you would fit right in."
"Are you sure they could handle me?" I asked innocently, then shooting the death-pan stare right back at the stupid judge.
"20 months Camp Green lake." The judge said, pounding his little hammer thing that they use to make them look important on the desk, "Case closed."
I guess that means I'm going to Camp Green lake.
Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy.
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Chapter 5: MiKaela Baxter
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Believe me when I say, 'Don't mess with me.' But, hey, if you chose to, it's your death call. Not my fault if you start messing with me, and then get hurt.
I guess I don't exactly look like the 'Tough Girl' type, with my long red hair, green eyes, and freckles. But believe me, don't judge a book by its cover. Or, a girl by her hair. Especially me. Because I'll take you on. I'll take anyone on. I'm not afraid.
When I was 5 years old I got into my first real fight. My mom made me wear a dress to Kindergarten, and this really annoying guy, Timmy McDarler, made fun of it. Boy, did I give him something to moan about. I didn't care if I was wearing a dress, I still kicked his ass.
My mom wasn't too happy about it though. Especially since I ruined my dress. Tear, Tear.
After that, I was always getting into fights, usually with boys, saying about how much stronger they were than me. But, a lot of times it was girls, saying I was a 'tomboy' or stuff like that. Man, I showed them a thing or two.
And then one day, Jimmy McDarler, all gown up (Except his maturity level, naturally), was mocking me, going, "Oh look. I'm MiKaela, and I'm a big strong muscle girl. I beat all the guys, and I probably do drugs too."
Pretty soon, two of his buddies, Chris Tandem and George Hass, joined in, saying about how I was some sort of drug addict, and stuff like that. Well, they couldn't talk for long.
I guess Jimmy hadn't warned his friends not to make me angry. 'Cause they sure did. And, they paid the price. Big time. Big enough time to put all three of them in the hospital.
And, big enough time to get me sent to court.
Man, it's not like it's my fault. I should have sued THEM for harrastent, or something like that. Harassment, I think it's called. Whatever.
Yeah, they're in some hospital room being served by nurses and I'm here in court listening to the stupid judge go on and on about something. Wearing a dress. Me, not him. Although, that would be pretty funny.
He asked me something, and I looked at him, propping my feet up on the table in front of me, and asked, "Yeah, what was that? I wasn't paying attention."
I heard my mom sigh from behind me, and the judge growl from in front of me. Interesting, there was a whole zoo of sounds in this room. I was tempted to share my discovery that Judge Aarons was wearing a wig, but I decided against it after he gave me a death pan stare. No fair, that's my evil stare!
"I said, you have a choice. Camp Green Lake, or Jail." The judge said, adjusting his hair.
"What the hell is Camp Green Lake?" I asked. I felt my mom slap me on the shoulder, hissing, "Behave MiKaela!"
This was new, I'd never heard her hiss before. Or perhaps I have, I just wasn't listening. Probably, wouldn't be the first time. Or second. Or third. Or fourth. Yeah, whatever.
"Camp Green Lake is a place for people like you," He said disdainfully, "It's a Juvenile camp for girls and boys. I'm sure you would fit right in."
"Are you sure they could handle me?" I asked innocently, then shooting the death-pan stare right back at the stupid judge.
"20 months Camp Green lake." The judge said, pounding his little hammer thing that they use to make them look important on the desk, "Case closed."
I guess that means I'm going to Camp Green lake.
Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy.
