I'm back, and I'm sorry to everyone who's been waiting. I had to give my muse a vacation so that he could grow his fur back. Anyway, this story is nearing it's end, but fear not good readers, I shall continue Brittany's exploits.
Note: I don't pretend to know what school is like in England, in fact I don't even know what the teachers are called. Please bear with the poor misguided Canuck.
-thoughts- telepathy
-What could be wrong with Daddy? Mom is gone, but why was Daddy acting so strangely?- I thought. I had been going over last night again and again in my head, but i couldn't think of anything except...
-What was in that bottle?-
"Ms. Braddock will you kindly pay attention?" My physics teacher asked me. I knew it wasn't the first time I had been asked because everyone was staring at me.
"Yes Sir." I replied meekly.
"Tell me then the answer to the problem in front of you." he said.
"42?" I asked. I had no idea and I hoped it didn't show too badly.
"Well, it appears you have indeed been paying at least some attention. Carry on."
-That bottle must have something to do with things. I'll have to make it go away.- It seemed like a good plan at the time.
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I had come home from school and decided to find out about the contents of the bottle. It was what I thought and so I had begun dumping it down the drain. Unfortunately, I was busted.
"Brittany Sylvia Braddock! What do you think you're doing?" Daddy didn't just ask. He yelled glaring at me as I continued what I was doing.
"I-I-" I tried to stutter out the conclusion I had made but he just kept getting more and more angry.
"I'll teach you to steal you little wench!" Daddy... no, this was not my daddy that I had grown up with, this was something else... yelled at me. He slapped me across the face and sent me reeling backwards. I couldn't help but cry.
"You think that's bad, I'll give you something to cry about!" He kicked me in the ribs and knocked the wind out of me.
"Don't let me catch you doing that again," he said as he left.
Oh no. This is not good. Not good at all. Okay, time for another sadistic vote! Should Brittany go to someone, or shall she suffer in silence for a while?
Note: I don't pretend to know what school is like in England, in fact I don't even know what the teachers are called. Please bear with the poor misguided Canuck.
-thoughts- telepathy
-What could be wrong with Daddy? Mom is gone, but why was Daddy acting so strangely?- I thought. I had been going over last night again and again in my head, but i couldn't think of anything except...
-What was in that bottle?-
"Ms. Braddock will you kindly pay attention?" My physics teacher asked me. I knew it wasn't the first time I had been asked because everyone was staring at me.
"Yes Sir." I replied meekly.
"Tell me then the answer to the problem in front of you." he said.
"42?" I asked. I had no idea and I hoped it didn't show too badly.
"Well, it appears you have indeed been paying at least some attention. Carry on."
-That bottle must have something to do with things. I'll have to make it go away.- It seemed like a good plan at the time.
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I had come home from school and decided to find out about the contents of the bottle. It was what I thought and so I had begun dumping it down the drain. Unfortunately, I was busted.
"Brittany Sylvia Braddock! What do you think you're doing?" Daddy didn't just ask. He yelled glaring at me as I continued what I was doing.
"I-I-" I tried to stutter out the conclusion I had made but he just kept getting more and more angry.
"I'll teach you to steal you little wench!" Daddy... no, this was not my daddy that I had grown up with, this was something else... yelled at me. He slapped me across the face and sent me reeling backwards. I couldn't help but cry.
"You think that's bad, I'll give you something to cry about!" He kicked me in the ribs and knocked the wind out of me.
"Don't let me catch you doing that again," he said as he left.
Oh no. This is not good. Not good at all. Okay, time for another sadistic vote! Should Brittany go to someone, or shall she suffer in silence for a while?