Tamalle': Hurrah. We are almost done! Only a couple more chapters to go
before I can go back to being anti-social again!
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My Life as a God Son
Chapter 5: My Friends
Disclaimer: And again, I own only Mitchell, because he is me.
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The two love birds walked out of the classroom, hand-in-hand.
"Hmm... I wondered what would have happened if Timmy didn't wish for the note to explode?"
"We would have been ridiculer beyond belief," said Fiona, in a carefree voice.
"I guess that would be true," he concurred.
They walked down one of the many halls, and out one of the side doors, in silence.
"Hey, Fiona?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"What is it?"
"You know, I feel kind of sorry for some of the people. Take Trixie for example, she used to be so popular, now she's a dump... "
"Don't go all sympathetic on me! I like you for not caring 'bout most people! Besides, Trixie deserved it. You remember how she treated Timmy when he and Tootie got together?"
"How could I?" ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, (flashback)
"Hey, Trixie! Would you like to sit with me?" asked a 12 year old boy with a silly pink hat.
"Okay, Turner! That's it! You have annoyed me for the last time!" She reared her hand back and slapped him so hard, that he flew out of the seat.
He looked up at her from the floorboard, holding his cheek, tears in his eyes.
He ran. He ran out of the school bus, to his two story house. He looked around and saw what he was looking for. A gardening shovel.
He placed the cold blade against his neck.
"Trixie, I will never forget... " Just when he was about to plunge the blade into himself... a voice sounded.
"Timmy! Don't kill yourself over that bitch! People love you too much for you to do that!" It was Tootie.
For once in his life, he noticed who she really was. Not a annoying little twit, but a caring girl.
(end flashback) '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
"Yeah, I guess your right..." Just then, the 2:25 bell rung, signaling end of school.
"FREEDOM!!!!" Yelled Mitchell at the top of his lungs.
"This isn't Scotland." frowning at his attempt.
"Why do I love you again?"
"Because you do." she said, giving him a hug.
"Dammit," he said, sighing. "I guess I'm stuck with you, huh?" He smiled at her.
The two walked to her house, in silence. They finally reach it.
"Well I guess this is good-bye, for a while..." He said, with a hint of sadness.
"Oh, no you don't!" She grabbed at his collar. "My parents are out this weekend and I'm going to be lonely." She said with an evil grin.
"Fiona! We can't do that! We are too young---Oww!" she bonked him over his head with her trusted mallet.
"Not )that(! You dolt!"
They went into her house and shut the door.
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My Life as a God Son
Chapter 5: My Friends
Disclaimer: And again, I own only Mitchell, because he is me.
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The two love birds walked out of the classroom, hand-in-hand.
"Hmm... I wondered what would have happened if Timmy didn't wish for the note to explode?"
"We would have been ridiculer beyond belief," said Fiona, in a carefree voice.
"I guess that would be true," he concurred.
They walked down one of the many halls, and out one of the side doors, in silence.
"Hey, Fiona?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"What is it?"
"You know, I feel kind of sorry for some of the people. Take Trixie for example, she used to be so popular, now she's a dump... "
"Don't go all sympathetic on me! I like you for not caring 'bout most people! Besides, Trixie deserved it. You remember how she treated Timmy when he and Tootie got together?"
"How could I?" ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, (flashback)
"Hey, Trixie! Would you like to sit with me?" asked a 12 year old boy with a silly pink hat.
"Okay, Turner! That's it! You have annoyed me for the last time!" She reared her hand back and slapped him so hard, that he flew out of the seat.
He looked up at her from the floorboard, holding his cheek, tears in his eyes.
He ran. He ran out of the school bus, to his two story house. He looked around and saw what he was looking for. A gardening shovel.
He placed the cold blade against his neck.
"Trixie, I will never forget... " Just when he was about to plunge the blade into himself... a voice sounded.
"Timmy! Don't kill yourself over that bitch! People love you too much for you to do that!" It was Tootie.
For once in his life, he noticed who she really was. Not a annoying little twit, but a caring girl.
(end flashback) '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
"Yeah, I guess your right..." Just then, the 2:25 bell rung, signaling end of school.
"FREEDOM!!!!" Yelled Mitchell at the top of his lungs.
"This isn't Scotland." frowning at his attempt.
"Why do I love you again?"
"Because you do." she said, giving him a hug.
"Dammit," he said, sighing. "I guess I'm stuck with you, huh?" He smiled at her.
The two walked to her house, in silence. They finally reach it.
"Well I guess this is good-bye, for a while..." He said, with a hint of sadness.
"Oh, no you don't!" She grabbed at his collar. "My parents are out this weekend and I'm going to be lonely." She said with an evil grin.
"Fiona! We can't do that! We are too young---Oww!" she bonked him over his head with her trusted mallet.
"Not )that(! You dolt!"
They went into her house and shut the door.
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