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Diary Of A Wimpy Teen ~ Chapter One ~
For instance, you are sitting on your chair with your bag pressed against your back, cracking your skull over an algebra paper, and the next thing you know.....your bag is gone! You turn around, and "SMACK!!!!" goes the impact rubbed between friction and gravity, and the next thing you know.....you have got your bag back....right on your face! You have a sudden desire to kick HIS ass, but you resist it. You get back to your titanic heap of homework, however....."SPLASH!!!!" goes the impact of water molecules streaking through every air particle, and the next thing you know.....your pinafore is thoroughly drenched! Finally, you turn red with anger, slam HIS books onto the floor and trample over them ( I guess those flamenco lessons do pay off after all); HIS jaw drops, the thought of you flying into rage and stepping over their textbooks with unmistakable flamenco dance steps has probably never crossed HIS mind. And....the battle begins! Now this is what I love to call 'ADVENTURE'! Okay, fine....maybe I have added a little exaggeration to it, but it is the truth! BUT (again with the buts)......those pathetic girls never had the guts to bring down those bullies, or trample their books. They would not even hurt a fly, not because they had mercy for the poor little guy but, because they were too afraid to squish its puny innards with their bare hands. Uuughh....a bunch of scare-dy cats! They just seemed so weak, so fragile, so breakable, so helpless.......and OH-SO-UNBEARABLE!!!!! Ta-ta for now fellows! End of today's Diary Of A Wimpy Teen! :) Labels: a little piece of adventure, no longer secrets, wimpi-ness |