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Right, let's do this. I don't want to. But I'll actually do it properly, kinda, so be grateful, ignorant fools of the mortal realm.
I got tagged by MaiaWolnawolf btw. Thanks a lot Mai, and then again the next day by insert-a-random-user. I should probably have actually read the thing. This sucks
Well, 1.) I haven't broken any bone in my body except my nose, which I have broken twice. I have a special talent for faceplanting, apparently
3.)I'm British, if you couldn't tell. Well, you never said they had to be interesting, mysterious person on the internet who made this thing.
2.) I've wanted to be an author since the age of five or six. It began with every year I would make a short story for my teacher, until year 2 when I embarked upon a mission to craft a novel embellished with the finest vocabulary and a smattering of terrible small child art, and the name of this great saga? The Box Otters. Amazing, I know. It was about a bunch of others who were REALLY into recycling.
69.) I can both be really smart and really dumb, and I'm not sure how. The stupid part is more dominant though. For example, I once copied out an entire dictionary into my notebook because I wanted to carry around a dictionary with me, even though I could literally have carried around the same dictionary I was copying. Not that I ever needed a dictionary ever after that tirade
5.) I once wrote a story about my English teacher in which I described her as an evil old hag who spoke in a monotone voice, probably had something wrong with her mentally, that nobody liked, might be a witch, boring as hell, sleep inducing, secret detective. Who was escaping from a bunch of bounty hunters who shot my friend in the head while she escaped. Of course her being my English teacher I showed her a bunch of my stories to give constructive criticism and she ended up reading it. Luckily, she laughed. And showed the rest of the teachers. That's my legacy in the English department.
420.) I'm human
8.) I can speak un petit peu de français
But badly
7.) The two proudest moments of my life (at least related to stories, there might be others idk) (yes, this will be a long one, I bet you've skipped all this already) were a.) When we were asked to write a story in yr7 (first year of British high school which is ages 11-16 I think) in English with certain criteria, for example the first sentence must be only one word, the next word must be a colour, so on. I was reading mine out to the class, and finished, only looking up at the end. There was dead silence, which honestly unnerved me. Then somebody started clapping and I had to stop myself from swearing loudly in the middle of school (I've got in trouble for that before) because THE REST OF THE CLASS JOINED IN. Well, most of them. But who cares?
Of course, I just awkwardly sat down, and my friend told me I went bright red. I'm not good with attention. And here was my weirdo English class, clapping me. Holy shi- Sorry, no swearing.
