♤fourteen : temperamental♤
Fire. The one word that destroyed my life. I thought about how it would be really ironic if I ended up making a horror movie titled "Fire." I thought about how funny it would be if I did that, and laughed out loud.
"Miss Mersley, would you be so kind as to share with us what is so amusing to you about The Great Depression?" Mr. Kinsler questioned me with a puzzled look on his face.
Ohhhh now I'm screwed.
"Well, Mr. Kinsler, I have to say, I thought it was perfectly amusing that Cindy and Luke were passing notes all hour and you didn't realize the fact that they were doing this, and yet,
they are in the front row!"
Mr. Kinsler was fuming as he stomped angrily over to Cindy and Luke, the so-called "middle school sweethearts." He grinned evilly, his pearly white teeth shining with deviousness.
"Shall we read these notes, class?"
Terrified, Cindy and Luke were taken aback in their chairs.
"This is personal!" Cindy declared.
"You have no right!" Luke practically yelled, trying to control his temper, yet miserably failing.
Oooooh, this was good!
Mischeviously snatching the college ruled paper out of Cindy's hand, he spoke once more.
"I believe we shall."
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Teen Fiction§ fire destroyed my life. my family is *supposedly* in a "better place." left alone, an orphan, i cried. § "It gets better. I promise." "Does it really?" =+=+=+=+=+=+= © stolzenfeld 2014
