Instead of writing about myself directly, i'll tell you a real life story.. 

.. so here goes.




(23/05/13)

Today a great thing happened.  Accidently chasing a French teacher. And making him fear walking to his office, in the Language building, 


Lets call him Mr C for short. Mr C is apparantly a really nice teacher, and thats saying something; considering the fact that all the French teachers are evil. Me and a couple of friends (S & A) were in the massive old Victorian house we now call the Language Building. It was an English warm and rainy lunch-time.... 

*cue dreamy harp note*

We were all sat in the German classroom, for no apparant reason. 

I didnt notice the stickyness on my hand till we left the building *Elvis impersination temptation* I went back into a toilet when A shouted out "Thats the mens toilet" being an all girls private school, the chances of it being a male toilet were small. But alas, she was right. An idea came to my head "What if i pretended to use the toilet and I came out and Mr C saw.. he'd be all 'Sacre Coure' a crazy girl using my toilet!" We decided that that was exactly what we would do. 

Keep in mind, this was perfectly normal behaviour for us.

We left and sat at a bench 50 metres away from the building, Waiting. Waiting for Mr C to come back, so we could put our plan to action. Our other friend, B, appeared. She had no idea what was about to happen. 

And then he apeared.
I looked a Mr C with, im pretty sure, a creepy look. I then turned towards S and shouted "RUN!" and we shot towards him. Mr C's eyes widen and he quickened his pace; he knew something was going to happen. But no matter how fast he went, we were always there a few metres away. By now it looked like a race, he kept glancing at us & at a point our eyes met; which now that i think about it, probably made his suspicions more true.

..Thats all we have time for folks. Stupid 2000 word limit. 

I JUST got to the climax aswell. 

Damn.