This is for LightFuryLover , as she requested a bird if some sort! As the title says, it is a Northern Pintail Mallard. After drawing this, my art teacher will let me put it in a competition. A big thank you to LightFuryLover , for getting me put in a competition! (I really love to do them, honestly.) But you should check her out. She's a great writer and a very nice person, as far as I've seen. Plus, she loves animals!
So yeah.
Check her profile out.
Now.

Or you die.
*intensity intensifies*

Anyways! Yes, I have multiple personalities.

And I got to play basketball today! At one of our recesses. Yeah, it was with boys, but I got picked for a team! Possibly because I weird them out. Or scare them. Or maybe it's because I'm not that weird word called... What is it? Oh yes. I'm not normal. That's the word! Normal is weird. Weird is weird and that is normal.
Before I go too far off, in short, I learned one thing from playing basketball with those boys: boys can be-check that- are knuckleheads.
Oh yeah, I also slammed my head into a textbook. It was loud. And sudden. I think I broke my textbook.

And I decided to tell TheFirestormOfLife that if I were to kill her, I'd use poison. And that led to a wonderful conversation about who would beat who in hand-to-hand combat.
  Firestorm, I have something very calm and non-violent to say to you.
  I HAVE ALREADY BEAT YOU IN HAND TO HAND LIKE THREE TIMES WITH JUST MY BARE HANDS AND YOU STILL HAVENT MADE THAT ARTBOOK OR RESPONDED TO MY TAG OR ANIMALLOVES TAG SO YEAH GET TO WORK RIGHT NOW BANANA.
  Good! Now I've gotten that out of my system.
  Hurricane: *backs away*
  Me: *smiles like lunatic*
 
  On another note, I'm sorry for today's short chapter, as I have been avoiding getting my head knocked off by my art teacher! (Which takes a lot of time, surprisingly.) She's literally been throwing brooms around, though. Literally. As in actually throwing brooms. And then she calmed down and started telling us about the time she hit a deer with her car, or the time her cat tried eating her. Or the time she lost her pants at school.
  We just got new people in the art class, and they are very afraid.

  They should be.
  Very, very afraid.

  *dodges broom*
  Bye!