ya... so I'm not mad anymore so my vivid discription is gone. anywho, drew vulcan, you have to realize, that it wasnt nessassaralyyou who died. sweatdrop
So, we're in the band room. You say one of your typical things that makes me wish death apon you, bad sadly you continue to breath. ... that happens alot. I look to the side and see a black band chair. You turn around to talk with Cassie I beleive it was. I grab the chair and knock you upside the head. You get flung to the side, blood is coming out your ears, your mouth is hanging open, and you dont apper able to breath. I straddle you, grab you round the neck and squees. you seem to recover from your daze, and struggle, grabing at my hands, I squees harder, and you've lost so much oxygen that the strugling dosent help, you get weaker and weaker, until your hands fall away and you go limp.
that wasnt exsactly how it happened. but eh.
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angel_of_music001 · Sat Jun 25, 2005 @ 05:48am · 2 Comments |