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Alex sent a pity glance towards Lydia. Mr. Bossart certainly was a tough teacher when it came to punishments, especially collected tardies. She turned her view back to the chalk-covered board, but it wasn’t long until the class was disrupted yet again, this time by Mortedua. When the teacher held up the drawing that had distracted her from the lesson, she turned away almost immediately. How… disturbing… She thought.

A flush of red came over Lydia's face and Mr. Bossart lectured her. When he was done, she sighed and looked at the clock. Only a half hour left of this torture.

She watched as Mr. Bossart lifted up some other girl's picture. In Lydia's opinion, it was gruesome- but wonderful. She turned around to look at the artist, a look of sheer laughter on her face.

"Now class," the writing teacher, Miss Remy, said, "you will each be given a picture. You will have to write a story inspired at least partially by the picture."

Mandy looked at her picture. A Barbie doll. Ooh, this opened up so many possibilities!

About ten minutes later she turned in her story...

The Tragic Tale Of Barbie

It was a beautiful day full of sunshine and happiness and designer clothes at low low prices. Barbie Doll woke up, feeling happy. She's always happy. She was built with a plastic grin.

Anyways, Barbie was walking down the street in her impeccable outfit, still stuck in a state of perpetual ecstasy. Her nonexistant heart was shattered, however, when she saw Blaine kissing Skipper! She was outraged, but she still looked like a happy-clappy lady.

Then a truck ran her over.

THE END

[OOC: LOL at the Barbie story! ]

A half an hour was still left on the clock until Algebra was over. This'll take forever... She sighed, resting her head in her palms boredly. She pulled out a piece of paper and also began to doodle. Whenever the teacher would walk by her desk, she'd shuffle the paper quickly under her math notes. Something she'd done many times- and something the teachers never caught on to.