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Jean de Florette was out about the same time.
Grateful for any ideas….

By: Eireenie

I’m curious to know your opinions, thanks.
Relaaaaax people, I’m only quoting the article itself.

By: Scruffy

Gym
Jeffrey glared at a strand of his dark jet-black hair that was hanging in his face. It usually didn’t bother him, but in this class it did; this hellhole torture chamber of a class known as PE. He didn’t know why exactly, but it annoyed him to no end. He blew the evil little deceitful piece of hair in an attempt to remove the devil thing from dangling in his usually soft green eyes. As he was dealing with his new dilemma, he felt hard rubber slap across his face, burning his smooth skin; a feeling he knew all too well. They were playing dodge ball again. He hated this game of kids taking out their anger on others who didn’t deserve it.
Jeffrey sighed, going to sit in the bleachers. Sitting in the bleachers meant no getting hit. So yeah, he pretty much hid in the bleachers every time they played dodge ball or any other game involving balls that could possibly end up hitting him, which somehow, they always did.
He was just getting comfy (as comfortable as you can be when you’re lying down in metal bleachers, trying to tune out kids screaming. Trying to tune out balls being thrown and people trying to kill each other in a pointless game called dodge ball.) Suddenly he noticed a purple rubbery object coming right toward him. He tried to dodge it, but couldn’t in his position. The ball flung hard onto his stomach. He sat up, cursing under his breath when a pair of deep brown eyes met his own. The girl just stood there, a smirk on her face. She stood there for a while, staring at him. After a few seconds, she laughed and walked away.
After that odd experience, a black-haired, green-eyed girl, still attractive with braces, sat down beside him.
“Who was that, Cicely?” Jeffrey asked his friend.
“Her name’s Lauren. Why? Does someone have a little crush? Did Jeffrey find a little love bird to complete his jacked up life?” During her whole mocking speech, was talking in a baby voice that was annoying the hell out of him.
“Firstly, even if I did like her, I wouldn’t tell you. Secondly, I don’t like her. And thirdly, I don’t know her at all, so If I liked her that would be majorly weird.”
“Oh, come on, you know she’s hot.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, she is hot, but she’s not my type”
Cicely replied, “What is your type!? Emo girl, black hair, needs a jacked up love partner who also cuts. Is that it?” During this lecture, she was still talking in her baby voice.
“I’m not Emo!!” Jeffrey cried out, being maybe just a bit too defensive.
“Well, with your logic, any girl in the world would be hot if they were Emo, but then you would fit in. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” Yes, you could say that Cicely has her smart moments. Of course, these mostly occur when she’s insulting other people.
“I’M NOT EMO!” Jeffrey screamed, a little too loudly. Half the gym laughed and a few people began chanting: “Emo, Emo, Emo”. Jeffrey saw that Lauren was chanting along with them. He gasped as his eyes began to water. He angrily stuck up his middle finger and laid back down in the bleachers.
“Yeah Jeffrey, that was really a remarkable display of being an Emo baby. Well, I gotta go find Quinn. He owes me some friggin cigarettes
“Why?”
“Oh, I promised not to tell his mother that he was sexually active if he would do it for me.”
“You’re mean.”
“You’re just realizing this?” Cicely said with a small laugh. She then ran off to search for Quinn.
Jeffrey was very bored by gym, and felt the need to get back at Cicely. He strolled casually to the principals’ office and told him that Quinn and Cicely were in a fight. Mr. Golap (the principal) jumped up from his desk. He ran as fast as a fat man can to find them, but incidentally ran the wrong way. Jeffrey chuckled as he walked out of Mr. Golap’s office. He heard yelling and a loud cry, and headed in the direction of the noises.
As he approached Quinn, he could tell that he was terrified. It wasn’t necessarily the look on his face that gave this away, it was also the fact that he was running like a chicken with its head cut off It was obvious that he apparently didn’t have the cigarettes, and was begging Cicely not to tell his mom. Cicely finally shook her head and apparently relieved Quinn of his worries that she was going to tell. Jeffrey knew that she would never tell his mother. She was really too nice, on the inside. He thought to himself that Quinn and Cicely fought so much, it almost seemed like they were madly in love. With a laugh, he walked away.
English
Emily turned around to face her Cicely, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear. “If you had to kiss either Jeffrey or James, which one would you choose?” she questioned.
Cicely looked up. “God forgive me, for I have sinned. But I would really have to choose Jeffrey. James is so…gross! His oversized nose, the fact that he sticks his finger up it, and his abnormally high voice. I’ll bet he has every disease known to man, and

By: GangstaBop

is there a difference?

By: I E