The Girl with the cherry Red Lips

                                                                                Ugh, Bordem

                                                           Who the hell Invented that emotion

                 Ah, thats the funny part, I know exactly who invented it, I would know better then anyone

                                                                   Now, Back to bordem

                                                         I don't like bordem... not one bit

            but mum says that she likes bordem, its the one thing that keeps her knowing she is still alive

                        She says its kind of like a portal between both emotions, happy and sad

its kind of like, she knows she's alive, because since she's not happy nor sad, she nows she has to 

                                    feel one of those other emotions to be inbetween them

                                                        But its funny considering-

       "VIVIAN!" Mr. English shouted. I turned my head off of my essay, with my eyes shut. He was like   a ninja, you had no clue he was beside, watching do something wrong you until, he yelled your name out and got the whole class's attention. I liked Mr. English though, for one, I knew how to handle this guy, and two, he really only yelled once to scar the crap out of you. " Vivian" he said in a softer voice " whAT-" he took a minute to calm himself down " is this". He took my paper off off my desk and held it toward me with his thoumb and pointer fingure, on each side of the paper. Kind of like it was full of germs, and I had never seen it before. I told my self to play it cool, then I turned my head and looked him straight in the eye. "thAt" I said, using the same tone he ha at first and then alowing my self to pause, like he did. He didn't get it, but you could hear giggles from all around the room. " Is part of my essay, if you must know sir" My smile vanished, and then I looked him in the eye and spoke like a scared little eighteen year old, " I thought thats what we were doing sir, was I mistaken?" Mr. English looked a little scared now.

" Y-yes, that is what we are doing, but I as intending towards the content of your essay, its-"

       " I believe, what Mr. English is trying to say is-" The room fell dead silent, all eyes turned towards Super Intendent, Mr. Kent. Haha, yes I know like superman! But trust me, this man isn't super anything exept for super creepy. This man had the power to brings tears to your eyes just by saying your name. Villians wish they could be half as mean as Mr. Kent. Ha, I bet you forgot about the superman thing now, haven't you.  The worst part is, he never yells, infact no-one in all the years he's been, umm, whats the word, not alive, but at the same time alive, so I'm going to go with, halfy alive. Yes, in all the years he's been halfy alive, no-one has ever heard him yell, but all the same with one look you know your in for it, and that was the look Mr. NSS ( Not so superman) was giving me now." -is that if this paper, were taking home for homework and lost, do you no what could happen, of course, given the nature of its content? Hmm."

" Well ye-" I started to blurt out, but was cut of by him again.

       " And if lets say someone picked it up and saw its content, and then saw it belonged to a student of my school, and in your teachers classroom, and that we allowed this content to be writen. What do you think that person would do, Ms. Markos."