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YOUR ONE AND ONLY RESOURCE TO WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THE WORLD OF BLECH Hello Paper/Blech. It s been almost a year since we last met. I was chatting with you about my various troubles during my wonderful eighth grade year. You are a great stress reliever and I decided that during this time I should write to you once more for some help in my mixed up life. I can t believe that I came here. I was supposed to go in something called the BLEH book, although I often referred to it as the BLECH book for the stress it released when said. Anyhow that is what this small little blurb is going to be about. I would rather not say much after that. Nothing much else to be said but to enjoy.
The dancers: consisting of long last name and her boyfriend. The musician: a tall stately fellow with a passion for singing and roller coasters. The violinist: also tall she played violin and was not afraid to wear a plaid shirt over her beautiful dress. The queen: recently broken up with her foreign boyfriend she came with her best friend the feme. The feme: a girl who loved but lost, and was like a sister to the queen, and a scriber with the maid. The maid: the creator of what was known as Nedor and the person most likely to fix troubling situations The butler: friends with the maid and the dancer; they had gone through a lot since their writing of Nedor. The mickey: a great fan of the magical land found in Florida and worshiper of mice. The lime: best friends with a girl named Lemon, twas only fit to be called the Lime. The Dramas: alas the conceived villains of the brewing pot; a fair maiden and her dutiful prince.
As the story goes Once upon a time, oh how I wish it started this way, there was a wonderful world called Hoover High School. A magical place, for smoke came from the bathrooms and teachers had strange and unusual powers over students, it had walls that restricted its inhabitants inside during the hours of seven and around three. Now the story starts at the end of the glorious season of winter, when ice and snow blanketed the school causing chill to seep into the bones of the students and into the souls of the teachers, at a lovely occasion called winter formal dance. The dancers were blissfully unaware of the foreshadowing that would be taking place but proceeded with the night as if it were their last, dancing and laughing. There were a group of them, almost a cult by their trust and closeness that held a party before said dance at the girl with a long name s home. They ate like royalty and played jester games. Cameras flashed and laughter rang through the high ceilinged home, for long last name lived in a beautifully large home. This was the first coming of what the cult, known then as Nedor, met their adversaries at the dinner table. Drama was not in site for a while; in fact it had been a quiet year. A few quarrels here and there but compared to years
They took the journal and all it stood for and tore it to bits. Take a notebook and pass it along. destroying it just makes you look weak. but Drama need only a needle to start the flow of blood. She may of slipped her tongue but once. the dance was a ball. BUT DRAMA NEED ONLY and it shall A NEEDLE TO START THE FLOW OF BLOOD. They then vowed to destroy it. support of others. Congrats. The IGNORANT and amazing hypocritical (its been used a lot I know but it works) behavior makes it truly hard for anyone to try and not get slightly annoyed. These friends did not room together all day however. Stop being paranoid. nor does it give you any right to do anything as big as you did. all start with the journal of one. But this rash chain of behavior led to nasty graffiti over websites and glares that could kill thousands. At the dinner table these are some that sat: The party went the well. They slept well that night the group did. and we shall name it a name that will stand for this all. did some pretty embarrassingly dumb things I believe that you handled it calmly and as maturely as you could. But how drama hates to be ignored SHE MAY OF SLIPPED HER TONGUE BUT ONCE. As time went by the maid started to grow weary of the Dramas constant need for each other. About stopping the Blech book. It makes you look weak. Complain and fight. Quickly spies were sent out on sides but no matter how much Dramas fought for more support Nedor held true. Calling these friends horrible names and talking behind their backs make you as dirty and rotten as you say they are.at last nothing in comparison. Now Dramas was smart and they finally grabbed hold of the book and now threaten memories and innocence for Nedor. wondering what it is. Just get over it and move on. keep feelings and fights inside. Chilling story wasn`t it? I decided to write it as a story so someone looking in most likely won t know exactly what is going on. I hate to use clichés but you are just digging your own grave and so far killing off any mourners that might come when you finally hit rock bottom. I tried to remain neutral through this whole thing. as far as I am concerned worse. who still watched if not from afar. By getting rid of that you have finished the self painted portrait of your ignorance and true naive selfs. There are much more civil ways to deal with things like what you are facing. So anyway my take on this classic tale. Feet stung with the pleasure of dancing the night away and the friends went another day without a word of drama.I can t say much. but a solution was found. and looking for a way out. and sooner or later losing interest in. Dramas. Others. pitiful. The biggest news was the new couples joining them for supper. trapped. They will sit their similar to a child with their first toy. I listened to both sides and while this side.Grow up. if you think you need it. So this book was created and started to travel but it was stopped soon. Soon Nedor battled its way against the Dramas but sadly their fight focused on this journal and the Dramas saw that. and soon searched for a new way to win the fight. Dramas knew they were losing. then afterwards declaring it as a stain on their glorious reign something that must end. Instantly a battle field was drawn. . Just because you think everyone is against you doesn t mean they are. innocently asking at first for the journal to seek their hands. the dancer s boyfriend. though I hate to call it that. If we aren t mature enough to understand everything doesn t always go our way or that not everyone in the world is going to agree with your every move then I suggest we just go back to square one and wish we never met. By then the group had lost a member.
Its already on our way to even sadder that we friends due to trivial with that note a With everything I've ever done I'd give it all to everyone for one more day Another night I'm waking through Anther door I walk intro I can't break It's a winding road It's a long way home So don't wait for someone to tell you it's too late Cuz these are the best days There's always something tomorrow So I say let's make the best of tonight Here comes the rest of our lives . To those who are ignoring me now or are choosing to ignore me after this. On a slightly like to thank been a great year sad that we are a next year. That is what the Bleh book is for . especially by an irrational unorganized person who just wants to yell. I don t like being ignored but I even more hate being yelled at. So quote: happier note I would everyone. Please. AND PLEASE. If you can take anything out of this learn from your mistakes. and may have lost nonsense.In conclusion I would like to thank some people for teaching me yet another lesson in my wonderful little tragic life we have going on here. and I will try my darnest to learn from the mistake I made to lose your trust and the privilege to speak to you in person. Sorry. This has almost drama free. I forgive you for anything you did to me. If you want to talk about this with me I suggest you do it calmly or at least neatly. Forgot already. I hate people disliking me and ignoring me. and I know written things are much worse then talking things out. While I type I don t care as much as I thought I would.oh wait. but I would rather be out of punching range if you know what I mean.
Dearest. . The presumable butler.