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Thought so. A little graphic.

Is that about sex or something?

I confess that I am hopelessly in love.

Thats really good :hyper:

This is a short story of mine. I hated Algebra. Especially if you had it in them middle of the sweltering afternoon in the middle of the summer. I also hated summer school. For more clarification, I hated Algebra because of summer school. This was my time to relax not talk about Fibonacci numbers. Luckily that was my last class. I only had two classes. Chemistry and Algebra. Chemistry, I was okay with. If I had a book propped in front of me, and a partner at my side of course. My teacher was an old, intellectual man,. He had his good days and bad days. I just have bad days You know how your parents say if you don't study , things will go wrong? My mom doesn't say that, but I realize why most do. I didn't just not study. I completely forgot. And we had a test. On chemicals. And if you accidentally change those chemicals, you get a first-class ticket to eternal damnation. My fingers quirked as I mixed the chemicals. I liked my lips nervously. My eyes kept glancing around. Everyone else was done, except me. I grabbed the nearest beaker, hopeful that it would be right. The liquid foamed up, and then suddenly subsided. I felt an extreme stress release of f my body. Something was bubbling. I looked down and suddenly it shot up in my face. I felt fire all over my body. Soon enough I was in the bathroom, washing ash off of my white hair. I gathered up my books and headed to Algebra, even though I was late. I walked in and got scared " Nice of you to join us Mr. Flemming, please take a seat and begin your exam." Oh, crap. This was our last day. Exams! What do you think?

I'll try to.

Hello. I'm Darren.