Ok so, I kinda sorta said that I would post some stories. I didn't. My Bad. I have some time to do them now, and I would like to say that these following stories are probably on my top favorites. Mostly because I turned them in for a grade in one of my classes. It was actually my English Composition class. And usually the teacher tears apart our papers in red ink. It was very surprising to see that I actually got A's on both of them and not a speck of red ink on them. They are in fact specked with black ink. Which is a neutral colored ink and is usually used for government papers and major documents of our past. Nonetheless, the black ink specks on my papers were actually good comments, like a thumbs up comment. Like, "Yeah, thats rad." Followed by a thumbs up. Or "Good for you!" Followed by a thumbs up. Well not exactly like that.
The history of my papers began as a journal we had to write, but incidentally my journal turned into a stupid story. A story that I didn't want to turn in, but had to cuz I needed a grade. So I did.
I'll post it now but it is seriously 7 pages. On paper of course. Which is like 3 pages typed. It's not boring, I promise. Let's see how long it takes, i'm pretty sure these things log the times. So we'll see between both posts how long it takes.
I'm sorry I bored you with this post, you probably just looked at it and said, "fuck this I'm not reading this shit." Well if you did and got to this part then thanks for reading. If you didn't then you wouldn't know that I even wrote this part and you won't even know that this exists. Thanks douchebag.
Sincerely,
Joobob
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