Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Feb 19, 2007 20:51:21 GMT -5
Sorry it took me so long to post... I mean to yesterday but my comp got all retarded and then i had to go! so sorry! anyway! I'm posting some story to make you all happy!!! And yes, i know this is a different one, that's the point! you wanted me to post so i am! just to be evil, plus this one is in the process of being written, and by posting now you ppl will push me to keep it going! Hope you enjoy!!!
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"MOMMY!" The little 6 year old girl screamed at the top of her lungs, running out of her bedroom. "MOMMY!" She repeated sliding down the stairs. "MOOOOOMMMYYYY!" She ran into the kitchen and gripped her mother's leg in fright. The little boy's mother right in front of her own.
The boy walked in innocently, as if he hadn't done a thing to the little girl's doll. The young girl was bawling, but the boy couldn't understand why. In his mind, what he had just done was quite reasonable. He wanted one thing, but the little girl didn't like the idea of Barbie being with anyone but Ken.
"MOMMY! G'RARD RIPPED OFF BARBIE'S LEGS AND ST'FFED HER IN DA BACK OF DA DREAM CAR!" She cried in distress, sobbing into her mother's sun dress.
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Yeah, the crying girl was me, at 6 years old. ME! Jezaphine Colette Spelter. The total anti-girly girl. And the cute little black haired boy was my best friend Gerard. We'd had play-dates since we were in diapers. Our mothers had been best friends since they'd met in high school. Donna's son was always open to hang out with me, He was such a nice boy, and that was the first time he had ever been mean to me. All because he wanted Barbie to go out with G.I. Joe and not Ken because Ken was, I quote "wimpy". I stayed mad at him until I was about 7 years old when I gave up Barbie's.
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"Gerard, did you really do that to Jezaphine's doll?" Donna, his mother asked.
"YES!" I sobbed.
"Yeah." Gerard looked at me, and cocked his head to the side.
"Gerard, honey. That was a bad thing to do. Why did you break her Barbie?" She asked again.
"M'cause G.I. Joe, couldn' get Barbie, m'cause Ken was in the way, so he hit close to home an' kill-ed Barbie." He batted his pretty little hazel eyes at his mother and me. I didn’t care, I just kept bawling.
"Barbie don't go out with Joe! She like Ken!" I bawled harder, mortified at the thought of how he'd broken my Barbie.
"Well how come!?" Gerard was getting angry; he didn't understand just why what he'd done was wrong.
"'CAUSE KEN DON'T RIPS HER LEGS OFF!" I screamed at him.
"BUT G.I. JOE'S GOTS LOTS MORE MANLY!" He retorted, getting in my face.
"IS NOT!" I yelled back.
"IS TOO! HE'S IN DA ARMY! AN' HE GOTS NIPPLES!" Was his answer to that.
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I have no other memories of us at that age, but that one. That was my most vivid memory of us from back then. And of course with all of our yelling, Gerard's little brother, Mikey, woke up early from his nap, bawling his little, baby eyes out. That's all I remember of that day.
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That's the beginning, tell me if you like it and want more!
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"MOMMY!" The little 6 year old girl screamed at the top of her lungs, running out of her bedroom. "MOMMY!" She repeated sliding down the stairs. "MOOOOOMMMYYYY!" She ran into the kitchen and gripped her mother's leg in fright. The little boy's mother right in front of her own.
The boy walked in innocently, as if he hadn't done a thing to the little girl's doll. The young girl was bawling, but the boy couldn't understand why. In his mind, what he had just done was quite reasonable. He wanted one thing, but the little girl didn't like the idea of Barbie being with anyone but Ken.
"MOMMY! G'RARD RIPPED OFF BARBIE'S LEGS AND ST'FFED HER IN DA BACK OF DA DREAM CAR!" She cried in distress, sobbing into her mother's sun dress.
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Yeah, the crying girl was me, at 6 years old. ME! Jezaphine Colette Spelter. The total anti-girly girl. And the cute little black haired boy was my best friend Gerard. We'd had play-dates since we were in diapers. Our mothers had been best friends since they'd met in high school. Donna's son was always open to hang out with me, He was such a nice boy, and that was the first time he had ever been mean to me. All because he wanted Barbie to go out with G.I. Joe and not Ken because Ken was, I quote "wimpy". I stayed mad at him until I was about 7 years old when I gave up Barbie's.
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"Gerard, did you really do that to Jezaphine's doll?" Donna, his mother asked.
"YES!" I sobbed.
"Yeah." Gerard looked at me, and cocked his head to the side.
"Gerard, honey. That was a bad thing to do. Why did you break her Barbie?" She asked again.
"M'cause G.I. Joe, couldn' get Barbie, m'cause Ken was in the way, so he hit close to home an' kill-ed Barbie." He batted his pretty little hazel eyes at his mother and me. I didn’t care, I just kept bawling.
"Barbie don't go out with Joe! She like Ken!" I bawled harder, mortified at the thought of how he'd broken my Barbie.
"Well how come!?" Gerard was getting angry; he didn't understand just why what he'd done was wrong.
"'CAUSE KEN DON'T RIPS HER LEGS OFF!" I screamed at him.
"BUT G.I. JOE'S GOTS LOTS MORE MANLY!" He retorted, getting in my face.
"IS NOT!" I yelled back.
"IS TOO! HE'S IN DA ARMY! AN' HE GOTS NIPPLES!" Was his answer to that.
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I have no other memories of us at that age, but that one. That was my most vivid memory of us from back then. And of course with all of our yelling, Gerard's little brother, Mikey, woke up early from his nap, bawling his little, baby eyes out. That's all I remember of that day.
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That's the beginning, tell me if you like it and want more!