Then don't buy the paint. like me./

How bout going no sided. Flip a coin and decide your paint.

yum food time.... so. ok. i um suck at guides though. P.S. you spelled illustrations wrong.

Did I accidentally forget a chapter? If so, please tell me.

You mean consolation instead of consolidation right?

Where did you get the trick names?

Today is Singles Awareness Day. Did you know that if you make it into an acronym, it becomes sad?

Lol.... if Flexoo was my english teacher...

I'm just gonna say that you had a grammar error in the title, and the icon would be cool but slightly unnecessary.

Umm... I told a teacher about them doing some good 'ol PDA (much thanks to my peripheral vision).

This is discrimination against singles.

kk, I used copy paste so probably i made a mistake while copy pasting the first time lol.

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ok, just checking i was scared i had to redo the tables.

has all my works been lost?

*blames Tanki for being so bad so now we have few writers*

Probably not... I don't see them mentioned in the index. It probably doesn't appear in single variable calculus, but maybe in multi. Idk...

Drama Development A development chapter with drama, which is what the name says. For chapter 4.5 please go here. After a few weeks accustoming to the new class schedules, the school year became a routine. Usually, Ms. Makayla, my P.E. teacher from the last year, enjoyed pestering me by loudly calling my name when I passed by. During science, Ms. Dulke, the sour-faced teacher with a nose as sharp as a knife, liked to assign torturous group projects, pairing me with talentless dolts, which usually brought my exceptional grade down. Though there were many lowlights I experienced at school, I managed to accomplish a great feat: keeping Pyco farther away from Hanen Hervon. I wanted him for myself. This was helpfully done with some assistance from music. Before P.E. began, we had an ample amount of time before the teachers came, and Pyco and I would spend time spying on the orchestra students, who set up their instruments with us poking around and greeting them. As for Hanen? She sat down obediently on her assigned number, chatting with her sister. And in time, I headed on over to music classes myself. During classes, I reigned as first chair clarinet, meaning that I would get the nonexistent solos in our songs and the bragging rights. My stand partner, Alicia Copa, who was a year younger than me, proved to be a competitive player as well, and the hot topic came upon a chair challenge, where my teacher could rename a concertmaster, which would hopefully not be Alicia. As for Pyco, he ended up a skilled conductor in the class’s Music Council whom everyone admired for his graceful routine on the podium, where he directed pieces like a natural. Some even said he conducted better than the music teacher and made her movements seem choppy and awkward compared to his. So while his position wasn’t the best, his reputation made up for it. After music, I headed to English, where we switched seats. As I walked inside the classroom, late as always, my teacher ushered me to a mostly occupied table. “Jo-Ann, you’re sitting with Nav, Patty, and James.” she led me to my seat, where I sat down nervously. I just never really got along with people, except for Pyco and Jamie. Though I knew Patty and James, Nav was an anomaly, short and stout, with a messy mat of blonde hair, usually the one who was labeled as annoying, as I had overheard from the table next to mine in Ms. Dulke’s science class the day before. However, I felt slightly sorry for Nav, who seemed rather amiable as we introduced ourselves to our new tablemates. As each day wore on, our group socialized rather well, and I enjoyed the comfortable setting as well as the joy of making new friends in English. But music was still the most eventful class, especially with the adept and ambitious Alicia ready to drop a bomb on me at any moment. “Don’t challenge my chair!” I pleaded, knowing that the chances of winning, being the unfavored one, were slim. “I think I can beat you.” was the only answer I heard. There was no way out. Not even begging. On the day of the challenge, November 7th, we set up our instruments, warmed up, and tuned like well-oiled machines in the privacy of the music teacher’s office. And there was no one there but Pyco to wish me luck. “Good luck, Jo-Ann,” he encouraged me, like many other students had. “And good luck, Alicia!” he chanted, before whipping out a handmade wooden conductor’s baton and disappearing out of the office in a flourish. My mouth hung open for just a few seconds before I immediately clamped it shut. “Ready for the challenge, Alicia, Jo-Ann?” my teacher asked. I shook my head, knowing the impending defeat, but Alicia replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” To make a long story short, I lost. This last chapter was rather fun to write, especially since I included a single memory from my past, which was losing a chair challenge in music. I still have the paper, knowing that I played much too shakily in a piece and too brightly in the next. Is there a balance? P.S. Apologies to reporters for being wishy-washy and changing three words in this whole article because they would look better. It's time to go, but I'll come back at. Other Random Works The AWSome Series The Books With Little People Works Noobersville Gaining Popularity on the AWS (Coming Soon) Requiem, Chapter Negative One: Final Greetings Tanki=Life I Tanki Personalities (People's Choice Fave) Requiem, Chapter Zero: Pyco Tanki=Life II Cremate Untreated, Chapter One Writer's Block I Financials (Mag Approved) Untreated, Chapter Two Writer's Block II Hope and Disappointment Untreated, Chapter Three (Twist I) [/td] Untreated, Chapter Four (Twist II)[td]

Vik's even better than I am at procrastinating lol

I kinda been busy... sry. Homework and tests. Maybe later.

should i tell my two best friends that I broke them up?

That's an opinion. I have none since I have no M1 Product Kits.

Oh... aw... too low rank

Typos Galore!!!

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