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Lunch Tables, Lunch Kid, Burn Books, Heda Nicknames |
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M'kay... More crap about meh life! >w<
Anyways, we have lunch tables like most schools do. And like most leetle children we sit at the same table every day. However, in my school you either sprint down the hallway or you pack. I myself hate packing. So do most of my friends. Heda, usually reserves the table otherwise some other kid takes it. So, one day, while the rest of us are in the lunch line, Heda decides it would be cool to change tables. Why would she do this? To throw the Beehive off track. You see, even though the Beehive copies me, Heda gets ticked off at the Beehive very easily. And so, she changed tables. This continued until the Beehive sat with us less frequently. This sounds very mean. Heda's the mean one! No, she's really the one who hates the Beehive most... Poor Beehive.
Since we're on the topic of lunch, there's this one kid. I call him Lunch Kid. Why? Well, you see, since my friends and I burst out laughing (sometimes this causes a spew of crumbs/water), so we don't get many visitors outside our rings within rings of friends. And then one day this guy steals our table. So he's just staring at us as we laugh at our inside jokes. >w< It was hilarious.
Burn Books, what a bizarre title... Well anyways, in algebra, I was writing in Da Story Numbah Two (it's a bizarre sequel to a book my friend and I have been writing together, sorta like writing bizarre ideas that magically pop into our heads) when the people sitting next to me, HB (not to be confused with H or Heda) and K see me writing and ask. HB: What'cha writing? K: -le gasp- Is that a Burn Book? And then we had to explain the concept of a Burn Book to poor HB. Funny thing was he said this after the definition: HB: Ohh, those! Yeah, I have one of those. K and meh: owO;
Heda nicknames! M'kay, my friends and I have a fondness for cooking up nicknames (as you can see), but, PS and Hive aside, the best person/thing to nickname is Heda! Here are a few! If I listed them all... Well, let's not think about my hands falling off. nwn Heather the feather that brings bad weather and eats bad leather, I'm so mad I met her, whatever! (that's her nickname xD) Feathery/Heathery block of cheese. Feather Da Bear! (That 70s Show reference) Redd's always angry so Eric's mom tells Eric not to poke the bear and all that jazz. ECD (evil clown dude) Mrs. Pencil Stealer numbah twee Etc.
I am now satisfied with the space I've filled. xD
Chibi Sakura-San · Mon Dec 11, 2006 @ 09:36pm · 2 Comments |
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