Some things I've written in the past... Sooo...long...agoooooo...

I figured I should post one of the non-finished stories I've written in Ashworth's class.... It kinda makes no sense... and goes no where. But I like it. That's Writing for Stage and Screen for ya. HERE WE GO! Fasten yer seat belts, folks:

Vixens of the First Water
Bollocks.

"SAMANTHA, WHY ARE YOU LATE FOR MY CLASS FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!?"

Of course I couldn't say 'I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Baffin, but I positively despise you, so I wait outside your room every day five minutes after class starts to spite you' because, although true, it wouldn't necessarily help me out in this situation.

" Well, Samantha?" said Ms. Baffin, droplets of spit escaping her maw of eternal garlic breath. Nay, the maw of decaayy.

" Sorry Ms. Baffin, I'll be on time tomorrow..." I said not looking in her eyes.
In her prime, Ms. Baffin could have actually been attractive...Maybe... Probably not. Even then shades of cruelty and horrible fashion sense must have eliminated any beauty she may or may not have posessed. Today, she was adorned in a disgusting lime green cardigan, with a tight fitting white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt. Loafers barely encased her gargantuan feet. She looked like a stout, old bowling pin.

If her clothes weren't evidence enough of her troll-like tendencies, her face would surely inform you of her birth parents. She had thinning ginger hair, but a full and lucious ginger unibrow, a squared off jaw, straight nose, beady eyes and purple cats-eye glasses. With one of those disgusting fake pearl necklace type gadgets to hold her glasses 'round her neck if she'd like to free herself from their purple embrace. She spoke again,

"Samantha , you must learn to respect your teachers, and show up to class prepared, and on time. Go to your seat now, you wretched girl." Then she turned away from me.

Hallelujah, I can breathe. I sat down beside one of my best mates, Jasmine. She was trying ( and failing, miserably) at not laughing at my entrance.

" Sammy, why do you insist on testing her many chins to their maximun jiggle levels?"
" Becaause, Jazzy I find it hilarious." I told her, as if she should know this already, and looked straight ahead trying not to smile.

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Tsukushi is such an IDIOT. Anyway. I hope you enjoyed that :)