Operation: H.O.S.T.O.G.E.
H.orrible
O.rder
S.ecretly
T.akes
O.ver
G.ymnasium
E.vily
Megan entered the gymnasiun. It reeked of sweat and Axe Body Spray. Limp red and pink streamers were hung acrost the bleachers. Large wilted paper hearts hung on the walls. Luke warm cherry Kool-Aid in a punch bowl and half baked cookies in the shapes of L, O, V, and E. were on plates atop a lace covered red card table. A Taylor Swift love song driffted from the P.A. system. It was your basic Middle School Valentines Day dance. Girls were clustered in groups on one side of the gym. Boys littered the other side. Megan straightend her denim skirt, then her pink T-shirt. She adjusted her pink headband, then retided, than double tied her plae yellow sneakers. Anything to keep her from dying of boredom. It was a yawn-athon. A snooze-fest. A total bored a palooza. Megan thought of the perfect and most used exscuce in human history.
"Um, guys," she started while turning to her friends. "I'm going to get some fresh air."
On the way out the door, Megan grabbed her dark blue sports jacket, for Ohio winters can get below 0 degrees. When she got outside, she started thinking about missons. Her dumb Sector said she was working too hard. She needed to go out. Eating brocoli was better than this place. Well, almost. But if one more person asked if shewas Team Edward or Team Jacob, she was going to...wait, what was that? She heard someone drop somthing inside. Then, a sound of a window breaking rung out. Sombody screamed. Megan light footedly tip toed to the window. Teenagers! And not the good kind. Kids had been rounded up in groups of 5 or so, all being held at gun point. The limited non-13 or under cover teen operatives were stripped of all weapons. They were all completely defenseless.
Standing in the middle of the pandamonium (Which strangely has nothing to do with Pandas) was Cree. Megan gassped and reached for her C.O.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.A.N. device. She dialed Moon Base and started to yammer in her credentials.
"This is Numbuh 1000, Sector Q, 2x4 Technology officer and advisor! We have a Leval 10 teen provoked hostage situation! We have a Code Black, I repeat Code Black!" Then suddenly, all went silent.
H.orrible
O.rder
S.ecretly
T.akes
O.ver
G.ymnasium
E.vily
Megan entered the gymnasiun. It reeked of sweat and Axe Body Spray. Limp red and pink streamers were hung acrost the bleachers. Large wilted paper hearts hung on the walls. Luke warm cherry Kool-Aid in a punch bowl and half baked cookies in the shapes of L, O, V, and E. were on plates atop a lace covered red card table. A Taylor Swift love song driffted from the P.A. system. It was your basic Middle School Valentines Day dance. Girls were clustered in groups on one side of the gym. Boys littered the other side. Megan straightend her denim skirt, then her pink T-shirt. She adjusted her pink headband, then retided, than double tied her plae yellow sneakers. Anything to keep her from dying of boredom. It was a yawn-athon. A snooze-fest. A total bored a palooza. Megan thought of the perfect and most used exscuce in human history.
"Um, guys," she started while turning to her friends. "I'm going to get some fresh air."
On the way out the door, Megan grabbed her dark blue sports jacket, for Ohio winters can get below 0 degrees. When she got outside, she started thinking about missons. Her dumb Sector said she was working too hard. She needed to go out. Eating brocoli was better than this place. Well, almost. But if one more person asked if shewas Team Edward or Team Jacob, she was going to...wait, what was that? She heard someone drop somthing inside. Then, a sound of a window breaking rung out. Sombody screamed. Megan light footedly tip toed to the window. Teenagers! And not the good kind. Kids had been rounded up in groups of 5 or so, all being held at gun point. The limited non-13 or under cover teen operatives were stripped of all weapons. They were all completely defenseless.
Standing in the middle of the pandamonium (Which strangely has nothing to do with Pandas) was Cree. Megan gassped and reached for her C.O.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.A.N. device. She dialed Moon Base and started to yammer in her credentials.
"This is Numbuh 1000, Sector Q, 2x4 Technology officer and advisor! We have a Leval 10 teen provoked hostage situation! We have a Code Black, I repeat Code Black!" Then suddenly, all went silent.
Incoming signle...
Greetings ladies and gents (I think boys accidentaly wander onto this site once in a while). My issue here is that when my KND of Oz whatever story is over(don't worry, there is still plenty left), I am fresh out of ideas to write the next one. I know, it's a sign of the end of the world. Comment what you REALLY want me to write, or new characters you want me to put in, or whatever. I need your guy's help. Anyway, your guy's ideas are usaly beter than mine, so syphon off whatever you can. Pretty please?
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Greetings ladies and gents (I think boys accidentaly wander onto this site once in a while). My issue here is that when my KND of Oz whatever story is over(don't worry, there is still plenty left), I am fresh out of ideas to write the next one. I know, it's a sign of the end of the world. Comment what you REALLY want me to write, or new characters you want me to put in, or whatever. I need your guy's help. Anyway, your guy's ideas are usaly beter than mine, so syphon off whatever you can. Pretty please?
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