OKAY!!!! I'm back and ready to write! that is, if i don't get writers block. I'm kind of depressed because I got a D on my Hero report that my teacher gave me because I only half-assed it, but I kind of deserved it. So anyway, since I'm so depressed :runs out of room crying: *in next room* this chapter might be kind of depressing too.
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Bart heaved a sigh and said, "I'm sorry I was so mean." he tried his best to sound sincere.
"We should have never jumped to conclusions," continued Lisa. "Especially when they were wrong."
"All is forgiven, children." He said. he had a sneaking suspicion that they were up to something. He dismissed the feeling and called Samara over. "Samara, this is Bart and this is Lisa." He got no reply from her.
Bob saw Samara staring out into the next aisle and said, "Did you hear me?"
"Hmm?" she pulled one of her oh-so-cut smiles on him.
"I said, 'This is Bart and Lisa,'" He gestured to the two kids in the middle of the aisle who were trying their best to smile and look nice. In the back of his mind, Bart could swear that something was wrong here.
"Hello," she said, waving and smiling.
"Hi, I'm Bart, and this is my sister, Lisa." said Bart, "So, you'll be going to Springfield Elementary next Monday?" he asked.
She nodded and said, "Fourth grade, Ms. Krabappels class."
"Way cool," he said. "me too."
He pretty much ran out of things to say when she only noded at him. He didn't need to. She continued, "I'm supposed to be in the third grade, but they let me skip two grades because I scored high on some test."
Bob looked surprised to see her talk so much. He thought, *maybe she only talks when she brags about herself...* it never occured to him that maybe she was getting used to everything and wasn't so shy anymore. But maybe she wan't...
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Police Chief Wiggum sat in his home that night at about ten PM, eating a donut. he was about to turn the TV on when it came on by itself to a staticy channel. "Damn cheap dollar store TV." He mumbled. Suddenly, upon his screen was a picture of a well in the middle of the woods. He looked at it for a second as a little girl crawled out of the well and walked toward the screen.
"Ooh, a horror movie," he said as he sat down in the Laz-E-Dood armchair.
He stopped eating his donut when the little girl stuck her hand out of the TV and began to climb out.
She looked at him through her wet, black hair. He couldn't see her face, but even if he could, he wouldn't want to. Samara tried to fit through the screen, but she got stuck half-way. She had her arms sticking out of the TV and was stuggling to fit through.
"What kind of insane wierdo buys a small screen TV to go in their living room!" she fumed.
Chief Wiggum didn't know what to do about this. He tried to get to the phone but it was too late. Samara had gotten out of the TV and was advancing on him. She quickly made her way over to him and snatched the phone out of his hands.
He was cut off in mid-scream when Samara's hand was brought down upon his face.
The phone was dangling by the cord and the operator wa on saying, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again."
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Bob was already in the kirtchen when Samara made her way down the stairs in the morning. Her transformation to a human was beginning to take its toll and she was kind of sleepy. What with being up all night murdering someone last night... She knew that from now on she would have to actually sleep instead of staying up all night thinking of people to kill.
"Good morning." he said.
"Good morning" her reply was unusually cheerful to Bob. He wodered if it was the meeting at the mall that made her happy.
~No matter~ he thought ~as long as she's talking.~
He did no know that it WASN'T the meeting at the mall that made her happy...
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Well, well, well... Finally some action. It's about itme she killed somebody.
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Bart heaved a sigh and said, "I'm sorry I was so mean." he tried his best to sound sincere.
"We should have never jumped to conclusions," continued Lisa. "Especially when they were wrong."
"All is forgiven, children." He said. he had a sneaking suspicion that they were up to something. He dismissed the feeling and called Samara over. "Samara, this is Bart and this is Lisa." He got no reply from her.
Bob saw Samara staring out into the next aisle and said, "Did you hear me?"
"Hmm?" she pulled one of her oh-so-cut smiles on him.
"I said, 'This is Bart and Lisa,'" He gestured to the two kids in the middle of the aisle who were trying their best to smile and look nice. In the back of his mind, Bart could swear that something was wrong here.
"Hello," she said, waving and smiling.
"Hi, I'm Bart, and this is my sister, Lisa." said Bart, "So, you'll be going to Springfield Elementary next Monday?" he asked.
She nodded and said, "Fourth grade, Ms. Krabappels class."
"Way cool," he said. "me too."
He pretty much ran out of things to say when she only noded at him. He didn't need to. She continued, "I'm supposed to be in the third grade, but they let me skip two grades because I scored high on some test."
Bob looked surprised to see her talk so much. He thought, *maybe she only talks when she brags about herself...* it never occured to him that maybe she was getting used to everything and wasn't so shy anymore. But maybe she wan't...
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Police Chief Wiggum sat in his home that night at about ten PM, eating a donut. he was about to turn the TV on when it came on by itself to a staticy channel. "Damn cheap dollar store TV." He mumbled. Suddenly, upon his screen was a picture of a well in the middle of the woods. He looked at it for a second as a little girl crawled out of the well and walked toward the screen.
"Ooh, a horror movie," he said as he sat down in the Laz-E-Dood armchair.
He stopped eating his donut when the little girl stuck her hand out of the TV and began to climb out.
She looked at him through her wet, black hair. He couldn't see her face, but even if he could, he wouldn't want to. Samara tried to fit through the screen, but she got stuck half-way. She had her arms sticking out of the TV and was stuggling to fit through.
"What kind of insane wierdo buys a small screen TV to go in their living room!" she fumed.
Chief Wiggum didn't know what to do about this. He tried to get to the phone but it was too late. Samara had gotten out of the TV and was advancing on him. She quickly made her way over to him and snatched the phone out of his hands.
He was cut off in mid-scream when Samara's hand was brought down upon his face.
The phone was dangling by the cord and the operator wa on saying, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again."
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Bob was already in the kirtchen when Samara made her way down the stairs in the morning. Her transformation to a human was beginning to take its toll and she was kind of sleepy. What with being up all night murdering someone last night... She knew that from now on she would have to actually sleep instead of staying up all night thinking of people to kill.
"Good morning." he said.
"Good morning" her reply was unusually cheerful to Bob. He wodered if it was the meeting at the mall that made her happy.
~No matter~ he thought ~as long as she's talking.~
He did no know that it WASN'T the meeting at the mall that made her happy...
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Well, well, well... Finally some action. It's about itme she killed somebody.