To day I take the time to rember Verbal. Our 7th grade chalk board gerbal. It all started when we started out section on Verbals (((( Flash back))))
"Ok class lets start our chapter on verbals. There are Gerunds Infiniteves and Participals. Can any one think of a way to remember that?" (Cute seventh grade DarkWyvernwings raises her hand) "Yes Dark?"
"Gerbals In Paris!" I smiled as the class and the teacher broke out in laughter. Little did they know this was leading to the birth of our class's gratest leader.
So the teacher took up the chalk and drew a cute gerbal with a burray (to show it was french) in the corner of the chalk board.
"It could just be a poet Gerbal." Ryan said. The teacher snickered and drew the Ifal tower behind it. And thus Verbal was born. ((((End Flash Back))))
Verbal was a cute gerbal. Lovable and kind. We all fell in love with him and fed him (chalk drawing food) before we went out to recess. Every week we entered school and checked on him. But then one day he was gone. No one's sure how he died but we all mourned for him.
((((((I'm not crazy this is just a true story.))))))
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Thoughts of the DarkWyvern
It started as a way to get money. I've got a couple random poems, but now I'm putting down thoughts that are actually intresting to some people so you know. Read if you want.
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