Lionhearts

Lizzie Lewis 3

There are many pointless things in life. A biggy is golf. I mean, come on, you do all of that work with irons and flats or whatever, just to get a ball in a hole. Sounds more sexual than sporty. Wow that was not an okay joke, I am sorry for any inconvenience I cause you. Anyways, another pointless thing is instruments. Hitting the right notes with the right pitch and the right volume. That's doing to much. But the biggest pointless thing that takes up my life is English. It is words, bundled up together and tada. But that's not all, because we have to teach it for a solid period of our lives. Yet, we never actually know all of it. On a scale of 1 to 10 of how ridiculous these things are, I give them a nice negative eight. If you don't like my opinion, I don't care.

Anyway, that is one of my many rants you'll here from the fabulous Lizzie Lewis. If you call me Elizabeth, Beth, Eliza, Liz, or anything different from Lizzie, blood with be shed. Why? Because I have my reasons that's fluffing why.

The reason I had my rant was because of my idiotic English class. Not to mention the people in there. I thought college was suppose to be smart people who want potential in their lives. I am smarter then probably all of them. I don't mean to be harsh but it's just plain facts. Maybe that's why I can do that thing I can do. Yeah I get it that was a very vague sentence but you know, creating non-vague sentences is not the thing I can do. Got it?

I suppose I can't leave you hanging like that. I could, having your mind wander to my name every now and then but never knowing the ending of my story. But that's just cruel, I know the feeling. For example: The Giver. I mean what? I won't have spoilers but I mean, what?

Anyways the thing I can do is called telekinesis and just a bit of telepathic transmission. Basically a mix of Matilda and Jean Grey. Prove it you say? Well you are reading this off of a screen but I can tell you my story. Ya? Okay good.

Once upon a time, a beautiful with red hair girl slept on the ground. When she awoke, she had an uncanny feeling. She went back to her brick apartment building. When the sun had fallen by the hands of the moon, she heard someone shout with glee. She looked out her window to see something flying. She watched as it sailed just under the stars. Suddenly, the flying being didn't see where it was going. It came closer and closer to the brick wall until I shot my hands up and stopped it. It stopped right in front of the wall and the girl let it drop into a dumpster. It soon went away but she was in awe of her abilities.

I have decided that I am the reincarnated Matilda. So obviously, the next morning I feed myself Cheerios and danced to Little Bitty Pretty Girl while this flew around my head. It's pretty neat if do say so myself.

But, we all have to come back to reality and here I am, in English class listening to my boring professor. I start to zone out and look at people. There was this one girl, brown hair, pretty face and she comes every so often. I'm not even sure she's registered for this college. Suddenly a voice pops into my head "*It would be nice to have someone to talk to, but that's disobeying rule number 1*" the voice said I shot up, my head turning a bit. No one questioned my actions because they all knew I was the loon of this class. I looked at the girl again and realized it was her voice. "*Did he just say Charles Dickens created 247 words? It's 248, he obviously created Crunk, he just never used it in his writings. And of course it was not used for the same reasons as this society uses the word.*"

Okay well that girl is weird.

I looked at another guy who had dark hair and chiseled features. "*God that girl is gorgeous. Maybe I should use the drop the pencil technique.*" The guy the 'dropped his pencil', slowly picked it up while looking at weirdo girl, and she didn't even move. She just kept listening to the professor. "*Damn that always works.*"

"Alright that's it for today, I'm am freeing you," our professor said and we all stood up. Weirdo Girl walked out quickly and close behind was Lover Boy. I had to see this. When I got out of the room they were shaking hands. Lover Boy blushed and Weirdo Girl remained motionless.

"I'm Alice. And I know what your trying to do. I appreciate the thought but it's best if you don't flirt, thank you," Weirdo Girl said and walked away. I chuckled. I guess she's okay.

I kept walking forward, trying not to be suspicious. If I was they would probably see right through me and know I can read their minds. Ha! Please! As I was walking however, I saw a boy but when he turned the corner he disappeared. And I mean like vanished. I must have been a mistake on my part. Besides, I wanted to go to the coffee shop and read some minds.