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It had been a week since the dreams of the past and the meditation period. For some reason, Louis kept looking at me like he was in heat or something. Mark and Cain were getting a little edgy because Eve was hogging ll the girls in school. Maybe she could implant her egg into someone with Cain or Mark's sperm already in it. Sure, its a form of incest, but hey, it could work. Not only was I trying to think of ways for Eve to have her spawn, I think thats what it is called, but I was also trying to figure out why Louis felt so familiar now and what he had meant by, "I'm not like the other Lucifers before me, I'm not all that kind as you can tell by my interfering with so many things." what had he interfered with?
That question left so many questions in my head, I hadn't even realized when Rachelle had "asked" if I wanted to join her for cheer leading practice. Sister Bertha was in charge, and a need for cheer was in the air. I have no idea why, but apparently there is this thing where you can actually win competitions for cheer leading. and since it isn't very costly, the school signed up for it. I had no intention of doing anything for the school. Even if it would help get it money. I wouldn't even join choir, which they also have.
after the whole cheer leading fiasco, I kept on talking about the Cafe` Fiasco that had happened a few months prior. Why? Because I saw that Rachelle was wearing the undies that Eve had gotten her, not intentionally of course, we had to do some wierd acrobatics that involved my beneath her and her legs on my shoulders. IT HURT! But hey, at least now she doesn't want to join the cheer leading brigade and take me down with her. Smile Loves! Smile!
When English class started, Father Pat was giving a long lecture to a student that was not even in this class. he was a kid, about John's age. You remeber John, the insecure choir boy? Well, they looked the same age. Except this kid had paint all over his tunic-dress-robe thing and was red faced from crying. Poor Kid, Father Pat looked like he was about to burst a vein. When the lecture was over, he took a deep breath, his red face and viens going back to normal and making it seem as though nothing had happened. The little kid went running to his next class, I think, and ended up tripping a few times. You could hear the thud every time.
By the time class was over, I was still thinking of the kid. The Sister Bertha walked into the classroom and told Pat-the-Mat, that is what I call him sometimes because he is Bertha's mat, that a few of the girls in the class would get their Pom-Poms now. Apparently if you get accepted into the cheer squad you get Pom-Poms. Some of the Poms were bigger than other Poms, which caused problems and ended in "My Pom Poms are better than your Pom Poms" fight thing.
Cheer leaders. How can they lead their cheer with insufficient Pom Pomage?
 Beware-Mutated_Zombies · Mon Oct 06, 2008 @ 04:06am · 0 Comments |
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