Letter to a Girl =)

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Earlier at school, I told a girl in class that i'd write her a letter.

One this to know: I wrote this for shits and giggles and want to write it here! It's a pretty smexy piece.

She better love it!♥

My Story:

Alone I walked to the park as if I was alone, which I was. The park was empty, but it wasn't. There were several small birds and crikets. Besides them, there was also another living human as well. Her eyes were like two brown circles with beedy black dot in the center. These two strangers never met, like two racoons who also haven't met.

By using his legs and feet, he strutted over, like a drunk peacock. He loomed over her, like a really, really big rock. He was certainly tall, like a 6'2 tree. After telling a joke not important enough to include in the story, she let out a strange donky-ish cackle, like the sound a dog makes seconds before throwing up. From there, she began to grow on him, such as a poisonous fungus does.

She took the apple from off her head and placed it on the floor. He sat beside her while the apple lied by their feet, like an inanimate object.

The sun fell down, below the horizon. This reminded them both of a bouncy ball falling and going through the floor. The park was dark like.... OMG I rhymed! Anyway, it was dark, as if they were in a room too dark to see in. The darkness provided a surreal, magical effect, like when Bingo start at 4:20 instead of 5:00. The two weirdos sat in akward, akward, AAAKWARRRDDD, silence. Perhaps if they said more then one awful joke, they might have avoided this fate.

After a group of girls passed by, our jokester here casted another vomit-worthy wisecrack. This made her begin a creeky, creepy cackle, like a bat trying to use echo location. This reminded him of his sister. Extreamly annoying but funny at a distance. He wanted to wring her neck, a true sigh of affection.

Perhaps this begins a beautiful friendship.

Or

This begins a nice restraining order.

*END*

Thank you, thank you.

Midterms are next week, sorry if I become...scarce...

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