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Hello Fanfiction... Writers? Fans? Here's somethings you should know about me,
Age: 175 in Unicorn years
Cuteness level: Too much for you to handle
Stereotype: The Awesome Nerd
Other Websites: MidnightFlyer.Deviantart.com
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BEST FRIEND EVER: Natalia, Natty Nat Nat--WHOOHOO!
Favorite Story Type: Obviously Teen Titans; Rae & BB!
Favorite Word: Limbo
Favorite Color: Orange and Purple!
Favorite weapon: Swords, Daggers... My fists...
Favorite movie: Push
Favorite Video game (PC, DS, Xbox, Wii, Ect.): Sims 2 and 3, Spore, and Sims Medieval for PC; Skyrim and Assassins Creed for Xbox 360
I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how a rock can beat scissors, but there’s no freaking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this to people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why…because paper can’t beat anybody. A rock would tear that sht up in two seconds. When I play rock-paper-scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper, I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, “Oh sht! I’m sorry. I thought paper would protect you, ahole.”
Remember, It takes major skillage to trip on your own feet.
And remember another thing. It takes major, MAJOR, skillage to be as awesome as me. I trip on my feet all the time.
Beia is...probably the coolest chickie I know. She's always been there for me. Always comforting and consoling me. And I'm glad to have met her. We met in 1st grade. She was always the louder one--a tad bit misunderstood. I was always more of the quiet one. And one day, we met--by a white bench--with a single, "Hey, do you watch Teen Titans?"
We've been friends ever since. Through hardships and feuds--which usually ended a few minutes later. Through boys and through gossip. All of it. Well...most of it, anyways. She taught me to voice my opinion more loudly and I taught her to be calm. What I'm trying to say is that, you mess with her--you mess with me.
And normally, I would have mercy. But if you hurt Beia in any way...You. Are. Dead. Meat. I will decapitate you. Then I'll rip your fingers and toes off, one by one. And then I'll sow your head back to your neck and decapitate you again. Then I'll shove your head in a portapotty, full of liquid and...stuff.
Thank you, come again!
Now this is a story of a fight me and Natty had:
We were talking--like we would any day. But suddenly, we broke out yelling at each other for a reason I don't recall.
"THEN MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T BE FRIENDS!" I screamed.
"FINE!" She screamed.
I stormed away, scowling. How dare she...do whatever she did? How could she? Why would--I saw some kids jump roping and started to watch. Nat would love this. Where was she. I had to find her. I saw Nat standing in the hallway, watching me curiously.
"Hey! Want to play teen titans?" I asked. We were crazed about Teen Titans then. And sort of now.
"Sure!" Then we walked away thinking of a strategy for our attack to Slade.
Hello, everybody! Getting right to the point, I need ideas for a next chapter to my fanfic Sick Day! If anyone has an idea feel free to message me! Also, I may want a beta reader as well, but not sure yet...
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