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Hello...my name is Betty and I'm new. I'm posting a story both me and my friend wrote together for fun. If you want, you can add on to our story.
Breathing heavily, broad shoulders rising and falling, she knew only one thing. Her friend, Andy needs to workout more.
"Dude, it's been 10 blocks!"
"It works if you keep working it now come on tubby!" Bacon said as she walked into the school doors. She quickly waddled to her grey locker, opening it and checking her reflection in her mirror. 'I think my butt's getting big.' she thought.
As Bacon checked herself in the mirror, Andy checked her out as well, 'God she's foxy.'
"Andy, it's rude to stare at people." she said, seeing the action through her mirror.
"I wasn't staring at you, I was staring at the locker." he said as he turned as red as roses.
"Yeah and my name is Bacon."
"But it is...what the hell are you talking about?"
"You know that my name is Bacone."
"Really? And all this time I've been calling you Bacon..." He joked.
"You are such a..." The bell rang signalling that class is starting.
"Ah, donkey butter." Andy said as he shuffled to his least favorite class, gym.
Bacon...I mean Bacone ran quickly to her favorite class, English. As she entered the room she saw her very foxy teacher, Mr. Smithers.
"Good morning Mr. Smithers. I lov you...I mean I love you to come to the band concert tonight."
"I was planning on seeing as a former band nerd."
"That is totally awesome, I love you. In a non-sexual kind of way, you know..." She smiled inoccently.
"Um...thank you. I think." He smiled weakly as another student approached him. It was the school slut, Cereal wearing of course her skin tight clothing.
"Hey, Mr. Smithers. How are you this morning?" She said in a tone that is not apporpriate for this story.
"I'm great Cereal." He said with a smirk on his face.
"I'm glad." She said emphezing her words as she took her seat. He watched her as she sat down.
"I don't like her." he whispered to Bacone.
Bacone exhaled in relief as she sat down.
"Alright class. Today we will be working on Romeo and Juliet." Bacone glanced over at Cereal who was slapping on another layer of cheap make up.
"Now, I want you to partner up and I will give you the scene you will rehearse." He said as everyone grabbed a partner, and Bacone was left alone.
"Ah, Bacone...we'll see if we can work something out." The door had been knocked on. Mr. Smithers opened it talking to the person inaudiably.
"Class, we have a new student. Please welcome Leslie." In walks a tall, gorgous teen. 5'11", jet black hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He was FOXY! Leslie looked at Bacone with his chocolate eyes and she started drooling.
"Welcome, you are just in time to begin today's lesson. You can partner up with Bacone." Leslie smiled and sat down. There was silence until.
"Do you know the muffin man?" Leslie asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well...he's my dad."
"So...you're muffin boy?!"
"I guess you can say that. So, you're Bacon lass? Is that like your super hero name?"
"Yeah, you could say that too!" she smiled and he nodded.
"So, Romeo and Juliet. That's cool."
"Yeah and by the way...it's Bacone."
"What is that Alaskan or something?"
"Alaskan, are you kidding?"
"Yeah, maybe..."
"It's French. It's short for Baconenana."
"Are you French?"
"No, I'm from Maine."
"How'd you get a French name?"
"My mom was tripping on extasy when I was born."
"Oh, that's interesting."
"Yeah, so what scene did we get?"
"The death scene."
"How depressing...Do you want to make out...I mean do you want to make out the meaning of the story plot?"
"Um...sure...to the second question."
"Damn...I mean cool." 'Man, I have to think before I talk.'
"Okay, I'll start.
'What's this? A cup placed in my true love's hand.
Poison-I see had been his timeless end.'"
"Timeless end?"
"Yeah, oxymoron...hehe."
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