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Golden Monkey · 03-25-2009, 08:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle

She held him firm as he struggled. She was stronger than him and she was used to holding down squirming boys from having to show her brothers who the queen bee in the Greenwood hive was. She heard him trying to speak but she wasn't letting him up. "You like picking on girls do you!" She screamed as she held him down harder. This would be the last time he messed with Paris Greenwood, she would make sure of that.

He got a burst of energy and succeeded in lifting himself up off the ground high enough so he could speak. "You shouldn't have thrown it in the first place," She told him shoving his head back down into the dirt. She was about to twist his arm behind his back and make him squeal like a little girl in a polka dot dress when he lifted up one last time and apologized. She let up on him enough so that he could lift his head out of the dirt and then she saw the cut on his face and then the tears. Well that just took the wind out of her sails and she climbed off of him. She didn't think he would cry like a little girl. "Oh geez William you throw dirt in my face and then you cry?" She asked kneeling beside him and pulling a Kleenex out of her purse and dabbing on his face.

William grunted as she pushed him further into the ground, a part of him screaming at him for starting this, until he realized it was her who had started it in the first place. "I only pick on girls who start stuff!" He said back, his breathing heavy. He was loosing what little strength he had in the first place when she let go of him and climbed off. He huffed as he sat up, dirt covering his upper body and face as he shook some of it out of his hair.

He sniffled as he touched the cut on his face. "I'm not crying." he sniffled a traitor tear falling from his cheek. He wiped it away hastily as she took out a tissue and dabbed his face. He scowled at the whole situation and blinked dort out of his eyes. that did hurt. "Like I was trying to say, I didn't mean to throw it in your face. I have bad aim." he said, looking at her while he got his composure back.

03-25-2009, 08:37 PM	#116 (permalink)
Golden Monkey Bugbear Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: In Haven Posts: 32,320	The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas. Quote: Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle She held him firm as he struggled. She was stronger than him and she was used to holding down squirming boys from having to show her brothers who the queen bee in the Greenwood hive was. She heard him trying to speak but she wasn't letting him up. "You like picking on girls do you!" She screamed as she held him down harder. This would be the last time he messed with Paris Greenwood, she would make sure of that. He got a burst of energy and succeeded in lifting himself up off the ground high enough so he could speak. "You shouldn't have thrown it in the first place," She told him shoving his head back down into the dirt. She was about to twist his arm behind his back and make him squeal like a little girl in a polka dot dress when he lifted up one last time and apologized. She let up on him enough so that he could lift his head out of the dirt and then she saw the cut on his face and then the tears. Well that just took the wind out of her sails and she climbed off of him. She didn't think he would cry like a little girl. "Oh geez William you throw dirt in my face and then you cry?" She asked kneeling beside him and pulling a Kleenex out of her purse and dabbing on his face. William grunted as she pushed him further into the ground, a part of him screaming at him for starting this, until he realized it was her who had started it in the first place. "I only pick on girls who start stuff!" He said back, his breathing heavy. He was loosing what little strength he had in the first place when she let go of him and climbed off. He huffed as he sat up, dirt covering his upper body and face as he shook some of it out of his hair. He sniffled as he touched the cut on his face. "I'm not crying." he sniffled a traitor tear falling from his cheek. He wiped it away hastily as she took out a tissue and dabbed his face. He scowled at the whole situation and blinked dort out of his eyes. that did hurt. "Like I was trying to say, I didn't mean to throw it in your face. I have bad aim." he said, looking at her while he got his composure back. __________________ Forget the future signature; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAH ARI!!!