Let me begin this randomness with a short rant.

Gloves. And Squirrels. But mostly gloves.

Harmless? I think not. That's a common misconception. But seriously, why are my fears of gloves and squirrels so ridiculed in society?? They're not irrational. They DO have a basis.

Anyways, I found a couple random chapters of something I wrote in like fifth grade when I was actually kind of funny o.o so, X8cm8X and BrownEyedLies ... enjoy. 

And the rest of you, don't judge me XD

Just kidding. ily.

Just kidding. I really don't.

You know I'm just messing with you. I really do.

ANYWAYS.

Without further ado, 

THE GLOVE

Let's talk about gloves.

They're useful. They keep you warm. They help you grip stuff. They can be used as weapons of mass destruction.

Wait. That's not right. Actually, it is right. Gloves can—and HAVE, definitely have—be used as instruments through which annihilation and doom are channeled. That's how I got here. In a room. With you. So.

There's not really a lot that can be said about me, I think. I'm not stupid. I'm not gullible. I'm not ugly. I'm not annoying. I'm not especially scary—actually, no, I take that back. MOST of the time, I'm not especially scary. When I get mad, or I feel the need to ham it up and look livid enough to rip your face open, then yeah, I guess I am.

Anyways, my point is, I don't think that my peers thought of me as any one thing really. Like, you know there are some people who you label them in your mind with one word. Sometimes you go "She's annoying" Or "He's creepy" Or "He's really smart" Or "She's just obnoxious." 

Well, people don't do that with me. Want to know why? 

Too bad, cause I don't know.

"I know, and then he said he likes--" 

Ugh, the freaking Gossip Girl club. Don't you hate it when you just want to pee in peace, but there's a little gaggle of girls just standing outside your stall, awkwardly waiting for you to leave so they can get back to talking about who likes who? Well, I do. But when this happens, I have a simple strategy. I just act extremely obnoxious and take as long. As I. Possibly. Can.

"Sorry to interpose on your exceptionally imperial seeming dialogue." 

The girls stared at me blankly, a couple of them uncomprehendingly. 

"Just nod when you hear a word you recognize." I smiled at them and closed the stall door. I could hear them whispering to each other, probably telling each other how obnoxious I was and using the word "obnoxious" way too many times because they didn't know any other synonyms for it.

When I got out of the stall, they'd all regained their composure (Although I doubt they would know what "Composure" means) And were standing by the sinks cooly, as if daring me to come wash my hands.

Oh, it's on, now.

Note my sarcasm.

"Excuse me, but looking in the mirror too long is probably what caused this," I walked up to the tallest girl who was rooted at the spot with her arms crossed over her chest. I ripped a couple of her pink highlights out of her hair. It couldn't possibly have hurt more than a pinch, but from her face, I could have punched her in the stomach.

"Oh my god!" Yeah, well. I could have told you that. "You twit!" 

I'd read The Twits By Roald Dahl, so I did appreciate being compared to the infamous pranksters who had pushed and pulled each other hard enough that Mrs. Twit had almost been stretched into a shoelace. But somehow, I doubted that girl ever read that book. 

Anyway, I let her and her little friends fret about her hair while I washed my hands.

But then noticed that on the counter of the sink, laying face up like a confused turtle, was a very familiar object that I'll bet you could guess what was.

Yeah. It was a glove. How'd you know.

I smiled at it. I had a long history with gloves, and I HATED them.

I put it on and strutted out of the bathroom.

Hehe. Hehehehe. I have another chapter on some word doc somewhere...if I can find it maybe I'll publish it because I actually find this to be hella entertaining X) 

Ok byeeeeeee.