Too Simple (ON HOLD)

   pic on th side is Maire

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   Well, this is just pathetic. I thought. Wait, I'm thinking now. Should that be special-looking? What kind of special? Special-education? Or like sparkly tiara special? No, like wavy. Or like Spongebob's face when he found out Squidward liked Krabby Patties? That is one awesome Facebook group. No, like wavy. Should all my thoughts be like this? But then again I think about (my brain processes) when someone talks, so wouldn't my whole life be like this? Like what? ooooo, sarcasm time! Like, TOTALLY! OMG!! *squeals*  I wonder: if you were reading my thoughts (I know SOMEONE out there can read minds) would it be like in words? Or all in italians? No, wait, it's caled italics. My bad. I think I like normal better. I wonder if kids in France think in English...Cake? English cake? Where did that come from? Ah well, I should continue on.

  "Why don't you take a seat," my teacher's nasally voice droned. I looked up, interested. "Yeah, why don't I?" I agreed. "Hey, did you know that your voice sounds look a bee? BZZZ BZZ How do you DO that? It's actually really cool. Do French people think in English cake? What are Italians? Wait, no, I meant italics! They seem like special-education tiaras. Can I sit down now?" My teacher, struck dumb, only nodded. "Oh, and, you should probably close your mouth now." I added. He grumbled something about the indecency of kids these days and I went over to my seat.

   I sat down next to this awesome-looking girl with green hair and multiple piercings and a black tank top. "Hey," I greeted her politely. She grunted something and looked out the window. Oh, hell no. "What did you say?" I demanded. "I said, damn, what kind of shit did they feed you in your old school? I mean, I want some of that." She snapped back. I snorted. "It's called Pixi Stix. Also known as Elementary-School Pot." We laughed, and high-fived.

   "So, what's your name?" I asked her. "Marie. The name's Marie Thomsen. Don't wear it out." She replied snarkily. "Okay, before we can be friends or even acquaintances of any kind, what kind or music do you like?" I asked frantically. "Umm...Alternative, Punk, Rock, Classic Rock, some Metal, some Screamo, and..." she trailed off. "That's enough. I approve," I said, relieved. Thank god. At least SOME people have good tastes.