WELL…..here I am, happy?
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Modern AU-Grade 7-Story Writing
Natsu Did not know what to write, all of the other stories he had "written" for school were from the internet, but with his teacher, Aquarius, now constantly watching him, he knew he had to write about something. "Write about something that has happened to you" his friend Erza suggested, "Write about me!" Lucy put it. Finally Gray said, "I don't know why you guys are even trying, it's going to be idiotic whatever it is if flamehead over here writes it" Natsu, with his friends' thoughts in mind, sated putting pen to paper. By the end of class he had written a story that was two of the three. (A/N I stole Natsu's work from the school muahaha just so you could read it)
I saw a sign in the window the pet store it read Lucys for sale. The store was selling them for five cents apiece. I thought that was odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I bought 200. I like Lucys.
I took my 200 Lucys home, I let one drive, he wasn't very smart. In fact none of them are very bright, they kept punching themselves in the face, laughed. Then one punched me in the face. I stopped laughing.
I herded them to my room, they didn't adapt very well to their new home they screeched and jabbered. They hurled themselves off the couch at high-speeds then slammed into the wall face first. Although humorous at first, it became boring after an hour.
Two hours later I found out what all the Lucys were on sale: they had all died, no apparent reason, they all look just sort of dropped dead. Kind of like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Darn cheap Lucys.
I didn't know what to do there were 200 dead Lucys lying all over my room on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase it looked like I had 200 throw rugs. I had to get rid of them before my parents got home.
I tried to flush one down the toilet it didn't work it got stuck, now I have one dead, wet Lucy and 199 dead, dry Lucys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals that worked for a while, that is until they begin to decompose. It started to smell real bad I had to use the bathroom but there was a dead Lucy in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber I was too embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them, unfortunately there was only enough room in the freezer for two Lucys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. This wasn't very efficient, I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it did not go bad.
I tried burning them little did I know my bed was flammable I had to extinguish the fire now I have one dead, wet Lucy in my toilet two dead, frozen Lucys in my freezer and 197 dead, charred Lucys on my bed, the smell was getting worse.
I became irritated by my inability to dispose of my Lucys. I was also irritated because I could use the bathroom. I punched one of my dad Lucys in the face. I felt better.
I tried throwing them away but the garbageman said that he wasn't allowed to dispose of charred Lucys. I told him that I had wet one but he said he couldn't take that either, I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution I gave them out as Christmas gifts my friends didn't know quite what to say they pretended like Lucys but I could tell they were lying so I punched him in the face.
I like Lucy
He got an "F" as the story was supposed to be about what made him a good friend.
THE END
Well that came from the heart and took me YEARS to write, like literally, that's my lifes work, literally. NALU FOREVER, and hope to see y'all next week!
AND (yay more!) last but not least, a big thanks to all of my lovely reviewers, but especially Zane Takeshi, who has reviews not once, but TWICE, thank you!