You wanna play a little game?

50 Things to Do During An Exam When Your Going To Fail Anyway

1.Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.

2.Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!"

3.If it is a math / science exam, answer in essay Form. If it is long answer / essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.

4.Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.

5.Talk the entire way through...

There once was small village full of people. These people were suspicous and only wanted to be completely normal. The town was surrounded by forest but nobody went in. Why? Because stange things tended to happen there. Once there was a man who got curious about what was going on, he went in. He did not come out. This lead people to think of witchcraft and black magic. The town full of people very quickly became less and less untill there was hardly a soul there.

Meanwhile, 3 ladies named Matty, Cissy, and Emmy Biggerstaff were in the forest planning what they would do next. These ladies were...

Caitlin started to eat her strips of bacon, pancakes, eggs, and fruit. Halfway through the meal she was talking with George about a few pranks that she had been thinking of playing on McGonagall and Snape at the beginning of the school year when she felt a cold piece of egg fly at the side of her face. She turned her head to see Fred grinning at her and in his hand was what he used to fling the eggs at her. She smirked and secretly threw a piece of fruit at him. She sighed as a food fight was started and a bunch of food was thrown across the room hitting Fred and the Weasley kids as well as...

I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. I had found it on my desk this morning. It wasn’t my handwriting, or mum’s, or even Immie’s. All it said was: Lottie--to find your destiny, go to 13 Loophole Way. Secretly, I thought it was my father’s handwriting. He passed away last year, when I was 13. At breakfast, I casually mentioned this to mum. This was the reaction I got:
“Charlotte Irene Endale! Your father is- your father is- is dead. He would not-could not leave you a note in the middle of the night!” I could see the tears in her eyes so I said “Bye, mum! Have a nice day!”...

A story I wrote when I was five, copied here word for word, spelling mistakes nag grammar errors kept lol. I found it while cleaning my room...

Cataya ran out of the stall, "the tolit is hunted." everyone laugfed "Its true", "run for your lives." The janitor ran in "was it the ghost or the tolit" "Both." Cataya exclaimed. "The ghost was gree with sharp teeth." "The tolit was orange wuth razor sharp teeth and it always yelled I'm the toilinator!"

Cataya was angry her classmates didn't belive her her teachers, even her parents didn't belive her. Only Jakin Bell Joans the janitor did belive. The...

I sighed as I woke up, blinking in the bright sunlight. I looked over at the sleeping Frank, and then at my alarm clock.

10:30!?

Quickly throwing off the covers, I leaped out of bed and threw on a robe. I couldn't believe I'd slept that late. Yeah, so it was summer vacation and 10:30 was nothing. But I usually got up at 7:00 a.m. I was a total freak

"LEAH!" A voice shrieked at me from outside my door. I groaned. Kris.
"Hold on, Kris, I'll be out in a minute!" I brushed my hair and teeth quickly and opened the door.

"You said last night you were gonna make waffles!" Kris griped as we walked down...

The Fanwhore: Have you ever been added by someone, and then when you went to their profile to possibly add them back, saw only posts with things like "Thanks for the add!" as far as the eye could see? Congrats, you've just met a Fanwhore. This person is pretty much just obsessed with getting fans. They can spend hours adding people, and will usually add back anyone who adds them. They tend to have obscenely large numbers of fans, and to get them obscenely fast. Can go ballistic if they haven't gained at least five new fans in the last hour.
Also, some Fanwhores tend to reform after a while,...

I just wrote an entire article, then my stupid laptop went and deleted it all. Ghfdshfsdkj. SO FRICKEN ANGRY.

Okay then, so I'm from Britain, but NOT ENGLAND. Britain is Wales, Scotland and England. It is not ENGLAND. Besides joda, who has sadly disappeared from fanpop, I'm the only Biggerstaff that I know of that resides in Wales.

I am a Nerdfighter, a Whovian, a bookworm, a Potterhead, a demigod, and more I can't be arsed remembering.

I hate learning Welsh, and I have to take it for my GCSEs... think of them as O.W.Ls. Definitely not taking them for A levels. Think of THEM as N.E.W.Ts :P

Okay......

I once heard the hardest thing to describe is yourself. And hell, no truer words have been spoken. Okay, no more distractions.
I'm Diana _____, but on here, ya'll know me as Luna Biggerstaff. I'm 13,and I live in New York.
Sometimes my life feels like a drama series or something. So lets see, how to begin..
I was born and raised in NYC, my parents are Colombian, and I have an older sister who has made all the wrong choices. My dad is an ass, he's sexist and lazy. My mom and him are divorved. I live with my mom and my stepdad, and my sister lives with my dad in our old house.
I've moved like 3...

This is just gonna be about Voldemort's death, because the only part I have a REAL feeling about.
I don't know if it was just me, but I found Voldemorts death really anti-climactic. Well, maybe not anti-climactic, just not as grand as I saw it in my head, you know?
The way I've always imagined it, is that, for a start, it happened in the great hall, and everybody- his followers, and Harry's supporters were in there. I always used to imagine the way that he could look at all those who were on Harry's side and be unable to see an ounce of fear in any of their eyes. I used to specifically imagine...