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myOtaku.com: Angel of Strife
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
new rough draft
yes, this is me
okay, i can't use the horror story rough draft because it's too violent, and the principal prob'ly won't approve it, but what does his opinion matter? lol anyway, i cooked up a NEW rough draft. this time, i'm aiming for a comedy. it's the first part of my satire on greek mythology! enjoy!
“What do you mean ‘the first two days of Spring Break are cancelled’?” I cried out. “We have to go to school instead?” I was appalled at this absurdity! To think the first two days of our Spring Break were to be cancelled, and that we had to go back to that prison camp of a high school instead was an outrage! I was affronted!
“Ed, we have to go to school for those two days to make up for snow days,” Will, my most trustworthy companion, explained to me.
“What?” I exclaimed. “That’s bull! What could we have possibly missed in Physics class anyway? Okay, so shit falls down! Big whoop! I’d rather sleep at home than at school.” Still in dissent of such outrageous blasphemy, I turned to William as we walked down one of the many streets of our suburban town, our destination being the convenient store for breakfast.
“Man, I don’t know,” he said. “It’s only a couple days, Ed.”
‘Only a couple days’? I almost leapt from my hide to hear such words! It was almost treason to hear such sacrilegious gobbledygook!
“’A couple days’?” I reiterated. “’A couple days’?” Do you know what I could do in those couple days?”
“Sit around in your underwear, scratch yourself from time to time, and play your Nintendo 64?”
“Well…besides that! I could write the next great American novel! I could cure a disease! And I could do so many other things instead of falling asleep in Physics for having to listen about kinetic forces and a lot of other dribble poop!” Whilst I walked beside my cohort, I attained the idea that he had stopped listening to me. Though I could probably be mistaken, William had his iPod on, in his ears, and at a ridiculously high volume.
Appalled at such uncouth demeanor, I asked, “What the f—Will? Are you even listening to me?”
Alas, there was no response from him… Well, no immediate response.
Startled, he quickly took the ear bud from his left ear out and said, “Oh, yeah, yeah, I am.”
Bah! The man traveling beside me thinks me a fool! Of course, cynicism overrides such senselessness! Perhaps William is closer to being a cur than a companion…? Well, I’ll show him who the fool really is! Yes, I’ll show him along with any other ignoramus! Yes, I’ll show them all!
But after all, he was my dearest friend, so he does deserve to be treated kindly. So, I merely nodded, and we continued down the street.
“But really,” William incredulously stated. “How could you get out of going to school those two days? Your parents would butcher you if they knew you were playing hookie.”
“I’ll think of something.”
“Ed, you’d pretty much have to fake your death—and do it well to get out of school.”
I smiled. “I’m sure I could do that.”
“You’d fake your death just to get out of school for two days?”
“Sure, wouldn’t you?”
“No, do you realize how much trouble you’d be in if you did that? Your parents would slaughter you, and bring you back to life just to kill you again!”
“Oh well, at least I would’ve had an interesting real death after my fake one.”
“Think about it, Ed. Are you really going to risk every privilege you have, and will have just for those two days off?”
“Oh, come on, Will. They can’t ground me forever.”
Poor William’s green eyes were staring at the Heavens as if they just gave up hope on his tall self. His eyes were saying Ye Gods, help me, for my best friend has finally gone mad.
Make Love - Daft Punk
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