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| 21 Apr 2014 06:16 PM |
Skidran Hooks Math
You hadn't gotten much farther than that. Honestly, the date was probably irrelevant, and you could put anything you want down, and who the heck cares about your grade anymore? You start to scribble where you were about to put the date down. Man, you are in a pretty foul mood, but there's not much else to do. There's a bathroom, and your room, which has most of your games, your computer, and typically your phone, except for the fact that it's downstairs.
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| 21 Apr 2014 06:18 PM |
| Hmph, well maybe I could get into contact with some of my friends on the internet, considering I actually have some. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 06:21 PM |
| You sigh as you drag yourself back to the computer. Only one friend is online, and that's the person who kicked your ass as Britain, and your in no mood to talk to him. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 06:22 PM |
| I shut down the computer and just go to lay on my bed, thinking of if I could sneak past Mother and get to my phone. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 06:23 PM |
| You power your computer off, and fall on your bed. Who knows? The woman's a viper. Fast, deadly, and almost impossible to see. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 06:35 PM |
| Lights are off, which is a bad sign. This means you can't see anything, and you can't flip the lights on. She's thought of everything. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 06:58 PM |
| "Jesus," I muttered under my breath. I search for my phone in the dark, hoping to use it as a light of some sort. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 07:06 PM |
You blindly stumble around. Your house is already dark, and now without the lights on and the rain, it's a perfect storm for a headache. The tiles are dark, the flooring's dark, and OW.
You ram into a couch, and like a flash, your mother's there, with a spruced up wig, a tight hourglass dress that seems unreal, and in her hands, a pie and a broom. You've screwed up, badly. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 07:08 PM |
| "Mom, I was just coming down for my phone, I'm sorry!" |
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| 21 Apr 2014 07:14 PM |
| She spews off angry retorts! You duck and hide! If only you could reach your phone before she gets mad. You better abscond, and quick. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 07:25 PM |
| RUN, GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE |
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| 21 Apr 2014 07:26 PM |
| You start running for the safe ground, ducking under a broom, and sidestepping a carefully placed Swifter, and then your phone! You see it, as you hit the stairs with a bang. |
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| 21 Apr 2014 08:02 PM |
| I haul my arse up the stairs and lock the door! |
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| 21 Apr 2014 08:07 PM |
| You sigh with relief, behind the door of comfort and safety. You are never leaving through this door again. |
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| 24 Apr 2014 03:50 PM |
| Alright, I'll use that later. Meanwhile, I go to sleep. |
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| 24 Apr 2014 05:33 PM |
Uh... okay, you suppose? You sleep.
You wake up to a buzzing computer.
[you can switch characters anytime. give me a name, gender, maybe a few hobbies, and a Dove name. ex: blueExmample, redExample, or doctorBlend or niceKnight etc.] |
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| 01 May 2014 03:43 PM |
(Switching characters?)
I go and check out the buzzing noise. |
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| 01 May 2014 05:36 PM |
| The chat thing is something you left open, and after looking at it for several minutes, you decide you can't decipher it, and flop onto the couch. |
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| 01 May 2014 05:41 PM |
*I go out the window.
(Lag post.) |
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| 01 May 2014 06:10 PM |
| You recklessly climb out the window, and hang out of it, before realizing this is an incredibly stupid idea and your two floors high and oh wow when was your lawn so pointy looking. |
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| 01 May 2014 09:59 PM |
| Welp, I climb back in and head downstairs. I find my phone. |
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