(At Michelle's house)
Stan: Wow, Michelle. First, you get hurt, and then you grow stronger and beat Carla in a fight! You really showed her who's boss.
Me: Yeah, it's a miracle now that my injuries are gone and done for.
Kenny: (muffled) Everyone's saying Michelle's a hero because she stood up to Carla, aren't you, Michelle?
Me: Yeah, Kenny. I also proved her wrong, underestimated her, and most likely, turned against her. If it weren't for you guys, I'd be dead now.
Cartman: True, but you're our best friend, Michelle. Why would you ever die? South Park would be different if you died.
Janay: I know. Kyle, can I talk to you for a sec?
Kyle: Sure Janay.
(Kyle and Janay walk to a corner near me, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman.)
Janay: You know, Kyle, I have a big crush on you and wanna go to the movies?
Kyle: Sure, Janay. We can double-date with Stan and Michelle if we ask them.
Janay: Sure.
Wendy: Hey Michelle?
Me: What, Wendy?
Wendy: Nice job on beating that fatass Carla yesterday. I was impressed with your martial-arts skills. Do you take a class?
Me: Yeah, I'm a black belt although I only did it in the beginning of 2006.
Wendy: Wow. See you later, Michelle.
Me: See you. (Wendy walks away with her mom and dad)
(next scene, the double-date)
Stan: I can't believe Janay and Kyle are going on a double date with you and I, Michelle.
Me: Me either! I wanted it to only be the both of us, but oh well, at least it won't be a bad date.
Stan: You're right.
(Meanwhile, Cartman and Bebe have an intense argument that leads to a brutal fight.)
Cartman: This is Sparta!
Bebe: No! This is South Park!
Cartman: SPARTA!
Bebe: SOUTH PARK!
Cartman: THIS. IS. SPARTA!!!!!!!
To be continued..
Stan: Wow, Michelle. First, you get hurt, and then you grow stronger and beat Carla in a fight! You really showed her who's boss.
Me: Yeah, it's a miracle now that my injuries are gone and done for.
Kenny: (muffled) Everyone's saying Michelle's a hero because she stood up to Carla, aren't you, Michelle?
Me: Yeah, Kenny. I also proved her wrong, underestimated her, and most likely, turned against her. If it weren't for you guys, I'd be dead now.
Cartman: True, but you're our best friend, Michelle. Why would you ever die? South Park would be different if you died.
Janay: I know. Kyle, can I talk to you for a sec?
Kyle: Sure Janay.
(Kyle and Janay walk to a corner near me, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman.)
Janay: You know, Kyle, I have a big crush on you and wanna go to the movies?
Kyle: Sure, Janay. We can double-date with Stan and Michelle if we ask them.
Janay: Sure.
Wendy: Hey Michelle?
Me: What, Wendy?
Wendy: Nice job on beating that fatass Carla yesterday. I was impressed with your martial-arts skills. Do you take a class?
Me: Yeah, I'm a black belt although I only did it in the beginning of 2006.
Wendy: Wow. See you later, Michelle.
Me: See you. (Wendy walks away with her mom and dad)
(next scene, the double-date)
Stan: I can't believe Janay and Kyle are going on a double date with you and I, Michelle.
Me: Me either! I wanted it to only be the both of us, but oh well, at least it won't be a bad date.
Stan: You're right.
(Meanwhile, Cartman and Bebe have an intense argument that leads to a brutal fight.)
Cartman: This is Sparta!
Bebe: No! This is South Park!
Cartman: SPARTA!
Bebe: SOUTH PARK!
Cartman: THIS. IS. SPARTA!!!!!!!
To be continued..
The next morning, I woke up at 7:30 AM. I put on an orange blouse and dark green pants, in honor of the boy in my dream. I didn't bother to do anything with my hair, because it's so crazy and curly that I can't do anything with it. I look like Shirley Temple having a bad hair day.I walked down the stairs to see my dad at the dining room table, reading the newspaper. He looks nothing like me, except for the green eyes. He had straight brown hair,and a purple yalmuka
"there's my red-haired bundle of joy!'' he exclaimed as I walk down the stairs.
I appreciate his dad-ness, but I'm far from his bundle of joy. I'm not the popular cheerleader that every dad expects out of their daughter. All I do is listen to pop punk while I write poems and stories about sorrow and draw demons and dragons. I walked out the door without saying a word to him. bus stop bound, I guess.
"there's my red-haired bundle of joy!'' he exclaimed as I walk down the stairs.
I appreciate his dad-ness, but I'm far from his bundle of joy. I'm not the popular cheerleader that every dad expects out of their daughter. All I do is listen to pop punk while I write poems and stories about sorrow and draw demons and dragons. I walked out the door without saying a word to him. bus stop bound, I guess.
