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       Dumb story with no plot yet
       By: puddincat Date: November 17, 2013, 10:26 pm
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       I hear loud stomps coming up the stairs and I tuck my head
       inside my covers even more. I really hate waking up in the
       mornings, but I can do it by myself. My dad wonders why I'm
       always in a bad mood, but wouldn't he be too if he had two kids
       with bad breath screaming in his ear to get up?
       I brace myself for Olivia and Andrew's attack. When they hurl
       into my room and start yelling at me, I don't react at all.
       Olivia toddles closer, deciding blowing on my face would do the
       trick. I feel her warm, waffle-scented breath all over, and for
       a moment I can't even breathe. Then I roar furiously and grab
       that little imbecile's hair, tugging hard. "Get out if you want
       to live!" I screech. Olivia screams and breaks free of my grip,
       and her and Andrew scramble out of my room noisily.
       It would be like this tomorrow, and the day after, and forever.
       My stupid family never learned to just leave me alone.
       Oh great. I hear my dad coming upstairs now. Of course the
       little brats would tell on me. "Get up, Sophia!" he says
       angrily. "We're leaving in five minutes!"
       I grunt and roll out of bed, scowling at my two birds, who
       seemed to be mocking me. I don't bother feeding them today. They
       don't deserve it. They are bad birds.
       I'm already wearing my clothes for today; I sleep in my school
       uniform. I usually wake up just a few minutes before we leave,
       so I've got to be strategic with my time. After brushing my
       teeth and putting on deodorant I trudge downstairs to the
       kitchen and plop some frozen waffles in the toaster. They pop up
       just as my siblings start piling into the van. I grab my
       breakfast and my backpack and walk into the garage, and after
       about five minutes of arguing about who gets to sit where in the
       car, we are finally off to school.
       This is one of the few days I don't have homework, and I can
       relax on my way to school. Usually I will rush to get it done in
       the morning, because that's just how I roll. I haven't missed
       turning in an assignment yet! Well, maybe a couple, but who
       cares if you still have straight As? I almost smile, but then I
       remember I'm mad at Andrew and Olivia and I scowl out the window
       all the way there.
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       So all I have is a beginning.
       I made a bunch of characters I like, but I'm terrible with
       plots. I don't know what should happen now. I have a long term
       plot (which I'm not telling u :3) but blech what should happen
       naow
       Eww I haven't written a story since seventh grade
       But I figure I should practice so here goes
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