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The Christmas Time Ending (Part 16) |
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King of Contradiction: King
Major Party: Party
only_me_myself_and_i: iMyself/IMyself
azn migration: Migration
GR33N_L1NK: Link
EMO ME PINK: Pink
Ace442: Ace
Yes, I've changed the title AGAIN, go sue me...
"No one really knows what happened to the two girls, many say they have gotten killed by the forest men, a few say they have gone crazy and killed each other, but you decide how they end." King pointed to the front of the class, he tightly held his crumpled up piece of paper and put on a weak smile. Murmurs could be heard throughout his classmates. Link was grinning at King on the third row.
"That was...err...a very fascinating horror story, King." The whole class' teacher, Mrs. Grey, said. King stood in the front of the classroom, grinning, he nodded to Mrs. Grey. She was tapping her long, painted fingernails together. She cleared her throat and fixed her glasses. The silence was broken when Link raised his hand. Mrs. Grey pointed at Link and nodded.
"I think the story was very fascinating, Mrs. Grey. Especially since it is very rare to find a Christmas story with a horror twist to it." Link nodded and put down his hand down. Link gave King a thumbs up and smiled. The whole class did their clapping thing and sent King back to his desk.
"Oh, and King. What have you titled your story?" Mrs. Grey asked, writing a few notes down.
"I called it The Christmas Time Massacre, but I can change the title if you want." King said searching his backpack.
"No it's okay, I'll tell you your grade after class." Mrs. Grey said with a stern look on her face. King lowered his head and sunk down. Every time Mrs. Grey would tell a grade to a student after class, it wasn't good. "Party, I think it' your turn to tell your story.
"Yes, Ma'am." Party walked up the class, a neat file of papers stapled together, typed up on the computer, unlike King, who was written on a crumpled piece of paper with a writing that faded on every word. "Just like my friend, King. I've put a few characters in my story that represents for some of my classmates in here. I would like to call this story, The Present Inside Every Christmas Gift. You see, this girl named Party got the same gift every time...." And Party continued on with her fabulous story, something that wasn't horrifying, or contained blood, it had a moral to it. A few more stories were told and the bell rang. King stayed after class to talk to Mrs. Grey.
"King, I hope you know that your story has nothing to do about the writing assignment I gave you. It only follows one objective in the rubric...it has to have a Christmas setting to it. Other than that...all you have done is write yet another horror flick. Please, King, stop writing those horror stories on every writing assignment, except for Halloween that's when you can do it." Mrs. Grey said as she handed him a paper. "I'm giving you an F on this paper, but, I will let you write another story to replace this grade, it's a very fortunate opportunity for you, King. I've never given any chance like this to a student." King nodded and grabbed the paper. He went out the building and found his friends in the lunch tables.
"So, what'd she tell you now?" iMyself asked. She took the paper from King and her jaw dropped. "Another F? King! Your parents will kill you!"
"Chill, iMyself, she said she'd give me another chance to replace this awful grade..." King said as he took it back and showed it to his friends.
"Why is it she lets you do a retake. But not me? Is it my looks? My teeth!?" Link said rubbing his face. "Does she hate me!?"
"She probably does, Link. Maybe because of that stupid hat you keep wearing." Pink said taking it off and running away with it, Link yelled at her and chased her. Migration laughed and stuffed his mouth with sushi.
"Was I in the story?" Migration said, his voice was muffled as sushi bits and pieces kept falling out.
"Yeah, you loved sushi in my story."
"Hahaha, you can read me like a book, King. Especially on the sushi thing." Migration said and punched King in the arm.
"So, King, do you have any plans on what your next title is?" iMyself asked, rereading the whole story. King nodded and smiled.
"The Killer on December 25th..." King said grinning.
The "REAL" END.
 Humble Follower · Thu Dec 20, 2007 @ 02:55am · 0 Comments |
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