>insert favorite Inception joke here<
I drank rediculous amounts of milk when I was a kid, yet I'm only 5'3'' T_T Now I only use it with my coffee. The stuff at Trader Joes is pretty good, I'm allergic to most antibiotics, and their milk is fine for me.
Banned for being a TRAITOR!!!1!
Oooh, that makes more sense than what I figured xDx I thought we'd just post as many times as possible before the 20th >.<
Hah, lucky ******* xD Isn't State ID a good enough identification, or is it just as difficult to get one of those? *facing the same situation in three weeks*
Heather was beyond nervous. Hey, it wasn't every day that a girl found out that she was supposed to leave her entire life behind to fight against the forces of evil or whatever they were called. Sitting down at a free seat in the dining hall, she poured some watered down grape juice into a pitcher and with an absent-mind looked around the room as she swirled her finger right above the drink, eyes not registering the piles of students coming into the huge dining hall, or the small vortex created in her pitcher. Shaking her head to get back a bit of focus, she dipped her finger in the dark purple liquid, grabbed a napkin and dabbed at it, trying to control the splashes of color to create something resembling a picture. The make-shift painting wasn't quite sufficient enough to keep her attention, and Heather pushed it away with an annoyed sigh, dropping the napkin into the lap of the student sitting next to her, and Heather finally noticed the soft-looking girl, maybe a few years younger than her with dark hair, occupying the seat. What Heather meant to say was, "Oh, so sorry about that, didn't mean to drop that on you. I'm Heather, what's your name?" What actually came out could easily be described as an avalanche of barely coherent words: "Ohmigosh, I'm reallyreally sorry about that! I'm Heather, and I have no idea of what I'm doing here, I mean I did do some, okay a lot, kickboxing back home, but that doesn't mean I'm really badass enough to fight devils or demons and stuff... Where are you from, you're from Earth right? Of course you are, the way you dress is really Earthy... I'm from Chicago, how about you? I wonder how long it's gonna take us here, I'm supposed to start my junior year in two weeks! I'm studying to become a gym teacher, although I wanna do some competitive swimming right after I finish college, I'm already doing it a bit, I mean, I just love water, it's like I get this sixth sense whenever I'm submerged, and I just feel stronger and stronger! Oh my God, maybe that's my power or something, they were talking about some supernatural things during that grand introduction speech, weren't they? Are you in college yet? What are you studying? What abo- "Oh dear God, what the hell did I just say!" Heather buried her face in her hands, drew a few deep breaths and gulped down most of what was left in her pitcher, and with new found clarity smiled at the girl. "I'm sorry about that, when I get nervous I babble a lot, as you noticed. Could we start over?" she offered her hand out. "I'm Heather, what's your name?"
Thanks! I'm guessing you're allowed to post more than once this time?
D'you have his address? You could try writing him a letter, and explain what you just told us: You don't want to lose him as a friend, he means a lot to you, you don't really know what caused the fallout, and so on and so on. A physical letter is harder to ignore than an e-mail, so he might be more responsive to that. Maybe wait a few weeks before you send it (how long has it been since the fight?), give him some time to cool-down. If he's still unresponsive, unfortunately I think that's a sign to start moving on and trying to make new friends, even though it's hard. Or at least wait for him to make the first move.
She let the stranger in for some reason? Time?
Today, I had to look up a link. Fml.
Oooh, I see. Bhut I liekz hyfenashuns ;-;
Aww, thanks, I'll have to re-pay you soon! I'm curious, d'you have any comments on the actual story?
I gave my vote to Fuuka Yamagishi, as I enjoyed her overall writing style the most. It was fun, quirky, somewhat different from the norm and most importantly, easy to read. In addition to that, her character seemed real to me, and the reactions seemed appropriate. Her panic made it easy for me to relate to her, and I like the potential motivation she'll have with finding her brother. There were some lovely turns of phrases, in my opinion. This one in particular I loved for the contrast in it: Plus, her post just gave me that gut reaction of "I really enjoy this writing." Not to say that other posts didn't, this one just was the most obvious one for me.
Okay... I don't even use a PC, so no wonder I don't use that xD
Hmmm, never heard of that, so I can't give an answer on that...
Hah, you work fast xD
Not bad, young Padawan, not bad.
nth post.
Aww, you guys look good together! Ugh, you're so freaking pretty! And those are shoes even I would buy! Hee, adorable xD So cool, I always wanted to try that... A few more from Great America: My face before... Spoiler ...this ride... Spoiler ... and after! Spoiler
Midland with the Philadelphia accent being close by, which kinda makes sense. While I was raised in Finland, I've spent quite a bit of time in Chicago, and my dad (whose accent I mainly 'inherited') was raised there and in Philly.
