THEEND. It’s sad, but it’s also the first story I’ve ever completed! YAYME(;
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One more important thing: there will be NO SEQUEL. I think sequels on this site are far too overdone, and they are, quite frankly, just not as good as the first book. Basically, I hate reading sequels on this site, and I will not write one. They just kinda suck in general. Besides, be glad I got this far in the first place – I was getting pretty sick of this story, as all writers do at a point.
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But for right now, give me a drum roll….sit back, relax, it’s finally here.
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Peter: Wendy? One girl's worth more than 20 boys.
Wendy: [under bed sheets] You really think so?
Peter: I live with boys, the lost boys, they are well named!
Wendy: Who are they?
[asking as she gets out from under sheets and makes Peter fall off the bed]
Peter: Children who fall out of their prams when the nurse is not looking. If they are not claimed in seven days, they are sent to the Neverland.
Wendy: Are there girls too?
Peter: Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams.
[he says as he looks through the heart in Wendy's bed]
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“Did he find a way to avoid it?” I asked, puzzled over the cloudiness in my crystal ball.
“You can do that?” Sasha wondered aloud.
“Well, yes. It’s the privacy clause – the person who put the spell has to include a way they can get privacy for each person. I put tomatoes for Adrian, ‘cuz I know he hates them…” I paused to take a breath, still contemplating his disappearance. “Do you think he ate tomatoes or something?”
“Or,” Sasha suggested. “He may have had some kind of epiphany from last night, and realized that girls truly do have it tough, and changed back!”
I rolled my eyes at her absurd idea. “That’s blasphemous, Sasha. It’s utter blasphemy. It’s blasphmonious, blasphilious, blasilicus –”
“You know, you might be able to zip my lip magically, but I have something called duct tape,” Sasha threatened menacingly, throwing her roll of tape up and down. I smiled in return – I had taught the girl well.
“Okay, let’s go to school.”
“Aw, I don’t want to!” Sasha whined, but I pulled her along.
Stepping inside the crowded hallway, all anyone was talking about was the dance last night, but I ignored them, and motioned to a boy standing in the line for the vending machine who was also disregarding the empty conversations our peers were having. He looked at me in disbelief, and looked around as if I could be talking to someone else.
“Yes, you,” I said, frustrated. “No, not you – you!”
“Yo,” he answered. “What can I do you for?”
“Where’s Adriana?” I only asked.
“Who?”
“Stop talking about me!” a small girl whose name happened to be Adriana, ran past crying. Oops. Oh well.
“She…really doesn’t exist?” I cautiously questioned him again.
“Well…I’ve never heard of her,” the boy replied, seemingly itching to get away from us.
“She’s Adrian’s sister?” Sasha asked with excitement.
“Adrian doesn’t have a sister. Can I go now?” I flicked him away with a wave of my hand. Mission accomplished.
“Where is he, then?” Sasha wondered.
I looked at her and back to the suspicious commotion in the middle of the hallway. “We’re going in!”
As we were running in, I had visions of Adrian on the bedside of his future wife, doing everything he could do take care of her, even ignoring his own wishes. He was applying a cool paper cloth to the forehead of a very familiar-looking person, whispering fervent ‘I-love-you’s’ in her ear. He was, in essence, the perfect man.
I smiled to myself as we finally pushed past the crowd. Glancing with wide-eyes at the sight, I realized why there was such uproar: Adrian was in lip lock with Chris! As in, he was a guy kissing his best friend!
Chris broke away suddenly. “What the hell, dude?”
Adrian’s eyes widened as he pulled away, rubbing his mouth furiously. He glanced into a window to see his reflection as his fury seemed to noticeably increase.
“ROXY! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
So what happened after that? The truth is...I have no idea - I'm a witch, not a psychic.
the end.
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ALRIGHT GUYS, here are some of the quotes I didn’t use, and a wonderous site for more:
1) Perfect numbers like perfect men are very rare.
2) If you never want to see a man again, say, ‘I love you, I want to marry you. I want to have children…’ – they leave skid marks.
3) A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.
4) When women are depressed they either eat or go shopping. Men invade another country.
5) Men are like parking spaces; The good ones are taken and the only ones left are handicapped
6) Men are the head of the family , Women are the neck ,they can turn the head wherever they please.
7) Women would rather be beautiful than smart only because men can see way better than they can think.
8) The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs…
9) Men should be like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable.
10) There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves
11) Women rule the world. It's not really worth fighting because they know what they're doing. Ask Napoleon. Ask Adam. Ask Richard Burton or Richie Sambora. Many a man has crumbled.
AND: http://www.mundayweb.com/jokes/jokes4women.php
JUSTREMEMBER SASHA’S WISE WORDS:
Here is all you need to know about men and woman. Men are dumb & women are crazy. And the reason why women are crazy is because men are dumb!
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