Young Writers Society

Girl in the corner of the room sounds like a creaking door.
I throw all my enimies to her and watch their jaws being torn off and then killed.

I HAVE MY LIST
DON'T YOU???
HUH?
HUH?
HUH?
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! SO DIE!

WHO?!?!?

*blinks* yup... there's a girl I wouldn't mind tearing apart right now... she'd love to tear me apart too...

WHO?!

I have someone I'd like to tear apart... And she would most definitely like to tear me apart too.

*Dies*

*Shrugs*

That wasn't that fun.

My list is longer than it should be. So much for positive energy.

Let's face it. TBR has lost it. Where's I put that thorazine?

I don't know... :^o

want a toffee cake?

I have plenty of people I would like to tear apart. Most of them are really annoying rich preppie girls(most preps annoy the crap out of me) from my school.

This is gonna sound really dumb... but what's the definition of "prep"? I mean, what is a prep?

*hides in shame of her ignorance*

The ones that always wear designer clothes and point at you and stare when you wear the same jacket two days in a row. You know, the ones who wear Aeropostale and American Eagle and have their hair highlighted all professional, and straightened, and always look beautiful but are seriously the biggest snobs in ... oh, I dunno, the UNIVERSE. The Plastics, in Mean Girls, are preps.

I have no grudges. I love everyone.

*blinks*

*goes off to add the people that called her a prep to her "list"*