Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 20, 2009 1:12:23 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me.
[/b]...As long as it's about me.
In Aiden’s honest opinion, History papers were designed to torture and destroy students. Only someone so cleverly evil could come up with such a plot to slowly destroy teens from the inside out. His history book sat open to the section he needed and he had a few extra books to help with the paper. He had his notebook sitting open in front of him and a pen resting next to the notebook. He stared at the notebook as if willing it to write the paper for him. He went from glaring at it to sending it almost pleading looks. The world be fine again if the paper would just write itself…or he could have some Red Bull there in the library. But, having learnt from experience that the librarian didn’t like any sort of liquid in the library, Aiden never attempted to bring any.[/size]
Time went by faster than Aiden realized. After having sat there for about thirty minutes, trying to coax his notebook into writing the paper for him, he sighed and pouted. It seemed he would have to just do it the hard way and write it himself…right after he sent a meaningless and completely random text to anyone on his contacts list. The texts he would receive from said friends after sending out those pointless texts would always bring a smile to his face. They’d either laugh at him, call him an idiot, or ask what the hell he was on. Good times…With a determined look, he put his cell phone back into his bag and picked up his pen to start writing. But, as soon as he picked up the pen, he realized he had no idea what to write about. The American Revolution was a boring and not so nice of a topic to write about. And, he didn’t even know where to begin. It was definitely going to be a long day.
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