I'm Weird ~ a Skydoesminecraft and Team Crafted fanfiction

Chapter One ~ Goose Poop

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Once upon a time there was a young girl named Sam. She lived in a house with her dad Adam and her mother Dawn. One day she was walking a long all cool-like (as usual) when she came across a girl named Liz. Liz was big, mean, ugly, and she smelled like goose poop. Liz came up to Sam and started dissing her like the big cow she was. Sam just waved her hand and made Liz disappear. Liz was transported to a world of goose poo where she could be with her people.

Just as Sam was about to keep walking away a boy named Liam interrupted her. Liam was alright, but he was a boy, and this meant he had kooties. Sam scrunched her nose up as Liam started talking to her.

"You are the coolest person ever," Liam said to Sam, "What is your secret? How can you possibly be so cool?" 

Sam just shrugged and told him that she was born this way. The obnoxious song 'Born This Way' by Lady Gaga started playing in the background and Sam began dropping some sick dance moves. Liam suddenly died of Sam's coolness and Sam kept walking away.

Finally Sam got to her destination, a big chocolate store. The owner of the store immidiately regognized her from Youtube and right away gave her the key to his shop, saying that it was hers for the keeping. Sam lived the rest of her days in the chocolate shop with a never ending supply of chocolate. 

The end.

There was silence as I finished reading my story to the class. Everyone was a bit shocked - I could tell by their faces.

"Was I that good?" I offered, laughing weakly. My teacher smiled, as did a couple of students. Eventually a couple of them were chuckling - even full out giggling. In fact, after a few moments, everyone was all-out laughing! I sighed in relief. It had been my intention to write something humorous for the class to hear. Even my teacher seemed to have enjoyed herself!

The only person who wasn't laughing was the cow - I mean Liz. She was sitting in the front row, eyes narrowed and frown very visible. Apparently she hadn't enjoyed me calling her a piece of goose poop. Not that it was a lie or anything - it was kind of hard to hide her stench and her vile personality. I mean, everything seemed to match up with the notion that she was indeed a bird's fecies.

"Well, Sam, you did a well-enough job making us all laugh," my educator grinned, "Thank you for that... uh... lovely presentation. But... next time, why not try and actually write a story, like I asked?"

"Oh, but it was a story!" I began kindly, "Didn't you hear me start it off with 'once-upon-a-time' and end it with 'the-end'?" 

My teacher sighed and signalled for me to head back to my seat at the back of the class. I made my walk of pride down the aisle, high-fiving a random guy as I sat back down beside my friend Liam. He was a bit red from being actually mentioned in the story, but all in all he seemed to have enjoyed himself.

"So wait," he leaned in to whisper to me, "Since when were you cool?"

I butted him with my foot from beneath the table, laughing lightly, "Shut up, you know you cant resist this Sammie-swag,"

"Sammie-swag?" Liam pondered, "I think those simple, two words made me lose a bit of respect for you,"

"Ah, shuddup Liam. And don't touch me -" I protested as he shoved me playfully, "you have kooties, remember?"

"No, you're the one with kooties! All girls are icky!" Liam said in a whiny tone. I stuck my tongue out at him and poked his cheek. He frowned and poked me in the shoulder, and I let out a whine of protest.

"No!" I said lightly, "You're a boy! You're not allowed to touch me!"

"Then why can you touch me?" Liam asked as I shoved him away from me.

"Because I'm a lady, and ladies do what they want!" I explained. Liam laughed and turned back down to his work.

"I guess we'd better actually start doing some work, huh?" he suggested. I blinked and frowned.

"No," I shrugged, "Liam, it's the last week of school. We're graduating into High school soon - why should we have to do work?" 

"Because the teacher said so," Liam offered. The statement was more of a question, as if he were asking it to himself. I laughed.

"We're grade eights - we can do what we want," I said.

"You certainly don't act like a grade eight," Liam tossed at me. I shruged it off.

"Meh - just because I'm not the world's best writer doesn't mean they can keep me from graduating," I replied. Liam laughed and threw me a look that totally meant 'you don't even qualify as a writer, let alone best,' 

"Shuddup," I whine. He grins.

"I didn't even say anything," he smirks. I just pout and look up to the clock. Oh good - only five minutes until we leave for the day. Time flies.

"So what d'you wanna' do after school? Go hang with friends or..?" I look at him side-ways. He gave a light shrug, tiredly slipping away the paper on his desk.

"I dunno' - we could always go hang at the beach or something," he said silently. I frowned. I wasn't used to Liam being so quiet. Recently he seemed to have gotten more and more secretive - like he was hiding something from me. 

A thought struck my mind and I asked the question before I could stop myself.

"Are you a vampire?" I asked abrubtly. He raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"What -? No!" he smirked, "What makes you think that?"

You're hot and you're mysterious, I thought deeply in my head. Oh god this'd better not be one of those times where I spoke out loud and didn't realize it. 

I seemed safe. Liam just kept looking at me for an answer, which I gave by shrugging lightly and turning away. I could feel my face heating up. I really had to get my crush for him under control if I was to save our friendship for later High school years.

"So beach, then?" he asked.

"Sure, yeah, beach - that's a thing," I stumbled over my words as I glanced at the clock. Only seconds of torture remained before the bell, "Yeah," I kept on speaking, rambling on, "Beaches are nice - you know I went to a beach once? Yeah - it was... nice..."

"Sam are you -" 

And that was that. The bell interrupted Liam, and I bounded out of the classroom, bag in my left hand. I was in no position to be answering any more of Vampire-Liam's questions today.

A/N: oh my god goose poop is a product wut even is this black magic