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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 15:32:30 GMT -5
WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO?! I felt like yelling at the principal when he told me I'd gotten in school. Seriously, this is what I get for having some fun? Its not like anyone got hurt from the paint, at least...not phyisically. I messed Joe's hair up, so maybe he was emotionally hurt, but no one hit anyone. Oh wait. Two kids tackled the art teacher...thats painful. I walked out of the principal's office and into the designated in school suspension room. God this sucks. I was sitting at a table, braiding and unbraiding my hair when I looked up to see (whoever) walk in.
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Post by Miranda Timmons on Oct 1, 2008 16:29:03 GMT -5
"I hate paint." I said blankly as I came in the I.S.S room and sat down.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 16:35:13 GMT -5
I stopped braiding my paint covered hair and looked up at Miranda. "Sorry," I apologized.
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Post by Miranda Timmons on Oct 1, 2008 16:42:31 GMT -5
I laughed, "It's not your fault I threw paint towards the teacher when he wasn't paying attention," I put my feet up on the edge of the table to examine my newly paint splattered vans. "Mission accomplished," I said satisfied, as I put my feet back down.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 16:44:05 GMT -5
I nodded slowly. "Oh...kay?" I said, the word coming out like a question. I started braiding my hair again. "I always get into messes like this. Last year the mud fight...now this.." I said.
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Post by Miranda Timmons on Oct 1, 2008 16:46:40 GMT -5
I tilted my head confused and silently stared at her for a few seconds, "WOW. As fun as that sounds...I'm glad it was paint this year instead of mud," I said with a slight laugh.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 16:48:25 GMT -5
I smiled. "Good times, good times," I said, remembering the mud event. "It was me and Sam...and Alice...and Mikayla."
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Post by Miranda Timmons on Oct 1, 2008 16:50:49 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe this school was interesting. Maybe. "I still don't get why Alice randomlly left. But whatever," I said as I shrugged my shoulders and turned sideways in my chair.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 16:53:11 GMT -5
I blinked. I dooooo.... "Yeah," I said, going along with Miranda. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and looked down at my blue All Stars. "I smell like paint..." I said randomly.
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Post by Miranda Timmons on Oct 1, 2008 16:58:23 GMT -5
I sniffed myself, "So dooooo I." I replied matter-ofactly. "How long do we have to stay in this prison?"
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 17:00:48 GMT -5
I sighed and shrugged, standing up. "Who knows?" I asked, getting on top of the table. I kicked off my shoes and started dancing.
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Post by Miranda Timmons on Oct 1, 2008 17:05:26 GMT -5
I laughed before turning around in my seat to make sure no teachers were looking, then pulled out my phone to a picture of Melanie, who was now up on the table. Dancing.
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 17:08:17 GMT -5
I continued dancing on the table, ignoring the fact that Miranda just got a picture of me. I started to sing. "She's got a lip ring and five colours in her hair Not into fashion but I like the clothes she wears," I sang.
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Post by Miranda Timmons on Oct 1, 2008 17:10:42 GMT -5
I laughed, "Crazed McFly fan?"
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Post by melaniecatlan on Oct 1, 2008 17:11:54 GMT -5
I continued to dance. "The song fits," I said, pointing to my hair, then Miranda's hair.
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