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Don’t Cry Out. – (Chapter: 5. Transition stage.)
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It was an understatement to say that the socks were less than pleased of their assigned placement on the human body. They really didn’t have much of a reason to complain; sure, feet could be smelly, but, unlike hats, they were considered more useful rather than purely decorative, even if they were in a less flattering area that the cranium. As necessities for shoe-wearers, they were worn much more often. However, the socks saw this as a bad thing; more use meant more time on smelly feet.
Thus, the sock population had long since been planning a nasty revolution, hoping that it would give them the freedom to reside where they pleased, rather than having a set designation – or at least to have the chance to be placed in an area that was less odorous. It was this plan for revolt that led the socks to organize and carry out a series of small protests. Among others, these protests included practices such as easily wearing out and getting holes, becoming quickly grown out of, and, of course, mysteriously disappearing after a trip to the dryer.
Organized protest was a nasty thing.
The latter form of protest had, unfortunately for Spencer, recently taken place in the young blonde’s own home, and she presently had her head poked into the dryer as she searched for a bit of sock stuck between some bits of machinery, or some other explanation as to why the sock had gone. She cursed, contemplating giving up, and wondered what she could do with a lone sock without a match.
Spencer sympathized deeply with the sock.
Glen had offered a distraction from all thoughts of the breakup – an apparent party being held by someone from King High – on the condition that she let loose and have fun for once instead of staying at home and busying herself with laundry and other meaningless chores. Needless to say, she’d declined. She just didn’t think she could let loose at the moment, especially when there were missing socks to be found.
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oooh back story! I likadebakstory! All one new word for you. I like the socks too :) I sympathise with socks, much like Spencer. I have so many single sock pairs. I just wear odd socks. I wrote a whole song about odd socks. It was fun. Anyway, sock musings aside, I’m still hiding out with the cookies in teh nuclear bomb shelter because the fall out from the emily lie is going to threaten humanity I reckon. She’s just so in love, i hope Ash can understand that. I hope. Man oh man. I hope. Do I ever… I’m hoping a lot here. Anyway, it’s getting lonely in this bomb shelter so if you want to make with some more chapters, you’re welcome to join me for cookies. I invited goober… don’t know if she’ll come.
A revolution??? Hmmmm, yes, now it all makes sense… :P
i never even thought of the whole revolution thing…but it makes perfect sense! i believe you’ve just solved one of life’s greatest mysteries. i always figured they were all piled up on some island in the pacific or something…anyways. great post, as always. but a party with glen? doesn’t sounds promising. unless . . . ashley will be there? haha. we can always hope.
oh man i totally love your inanimate objects life story. it’s totally funny but it also make weird sense. only you can do it so perfectly. sorry bout the emotional stuff on my last comment. i’ve since calm down and will give ash another chance to redeem herself. which she must!! and soon too!! and save spence from all this misery cos it’s making me cry. update ASAP!! :D
Lets get the party started so Spencer can have some fun and hold her head up. She paid way too much attetion to her socks so, she needs to get out, meet some hot girls, make Ashley jealous and play some more mind games. I don’t think Spencer is wrong for lying to Ashley. Ashley treated her like shit and ruined her first experience with a girl. Spencer doesn’t owe her anything. I think she’s acting werid though, lol. I want to see her with more confidence. Maybe Ashley can help Emily. And then Emily can knock some sense into Spencer and then Spencer will come around. See what your doing? See how confusing that sounds? Post more soon please. Loved this chapter….I figured Aiden was bad in bed, too.
Ha. Socks. I don’t know if you know this but I hate socks, but I guess as long as you’re describing what they’re feeling and not what they look like, that’s ok. This was an awesome post. You are now my absolute best friend! But don’t feel the need to say the same thing to me. My wanting friends seems to send people running from me. Don’t feel like I’m pressuring you to be my friend. I’ll just call you my friend, ok? Ok! Also…this is the best line ever. EVER. The best line I have EVER HEARD: “Aiden had sex the way he pumped gas into his car: uncap, insert, unload, and pull out.” My God, you are amazing. So AmAzInG! How did you get this fucking good at writing? My LORD! …and normally I don’t curse to such extreme degrees or use Caps that often. Feel Special. Caps are my own unique way of showing love or affection. :) XOXOXO LOOOOOOOOOOVE!
awe, that was a sad chapter. But really good. And it was totally worth the no-coma-wait. Id much rather have more chapters like these, and more risk of a coma, then smaller chapters, cha.
oooh back story! I likadebakstory! All one new word for you. I like the socks too :) I sympathise with socks, much like Spencer. I have so many single sock pairs. I just wear odd socks. I wrote a whole song about odd socks. It was fun. Anyway, sock musings aside, I’m still hiding out with the cookies in teh nuclear bomb shelter because the fall out from the emily lie is going to threaten humanity I reckon. She’s just so in love, i hope Ash can understand that. I hope. Man oh man. I hope. Do I ever… I’m hoping a lot here. Anyway, it’s getting lonely in this bomb shelter so if you want to make with some more chapters, you’re welcome to join me for cookies. I invited goober… don’t know if she’ll come.
A revolution??? Hmmmm, yes, now it all makes sense… :P
i never even thought of the whole revolution thing…but it makes perfect sense! i believe you’ve just solved one of life’s greatest mysteries. i always figured they were all piled up on some island in the pacific or something…anyways. great post, as always. but a party with glen? doesn’t sounds promising. unless . . . ashley will be there? haha. we can always hope.
oh man i totally love your inanimate objects life story. it’s totally funny but it also make weird sense. only you can do it so perfectly. sorry bout the emotional stuff on my last comment. i’ve since calm down and will give ash another chance to redeem herself. which she must!! and soon too!! and save spence from all this misery cos it’s making me cry. update ASAP!! :D
Lets get the party started so Spencer can have some fun and hold her head up. She paid way too much attetion to her socks so, she needs to get out, meet some hot girls, make Ashley jealous and play some more mind games. I don’t think Spencer is wrong for lying to Ashley. Ashley treated her like shit and ruined her first experience with a girl. Spencer doesn’t owe her anything. I think she’s acting werid though, lol. I want to see her with more confidence. Maybe Ashley can help Emily. And then Emily can knock some sense into Spencer and then Spencer will come around. See what your doing? See how confusing that sounds? Post more soon please. Loved this chapter….I figured Aiden was bad in bed, too.
Ha. Socks. I don’t know if you know this but I hate socks, but I guess as long as you’re describing what they’re feeling and not what they look like, that’s ok. This was an awesome post. You are now my absolute best friend! But don’t feel the need to say the same thing to me. My wanting friends seems to send people running from me. Don’t feel like I’m pressuring you to be my friend. I’ll just call you my friend, ok? Ok! Also…this is the best line ever. EVER. The best line I have EVER HEARD: “Aiden had sex the way he pumped gas into his car: uncap, insert, unload, and pull out.” My God, you are amazing. So AmAzInG! How did you get this fucking good at writing? My LORD! …and normally I don’t curse to such extreme degrees or use Caps that often. Feel Special. Caps are my own unique way of showing love or affection. :) XOXOXO LOOOOOOOOOOVE!
awe, that was a sad chapter. But really good. And it was totally worth the no-coma-wait. Id much rather have more chapters like these, and more risk of a coma, then smaller chapters, cha.
Wow thanks for backing up and telling it like that. It was wonderful. I really like your story. PMS
Wow thanks for backing up and telling it like that. It was wonderful. I really like your story. PMS
oooo… those scenes with aiden in the bed made me ill. it’s things like that which make me thankful i’m gay… except girls can be gross too in the morning i guess. i’m sorry to discuss this here! your story is perfect, giving us past and present throughout it, i love how its got a very steady time line but we get bits and pieces. and your personal touch gives this story the flavor its got, a darker sad story i feel because of spencers turmoil. i suck with comments, i apologize, but thank you for your update! and the comment responses! very nice. :)
oooo… those scenes with aiden in the bed made me ill. it’s things like that which make me thankful i’m gay… except girls can be gross too in the morning i guess. i’m sorry to discuss this here! your story is perfect, giving us past and present throughout it, i love how its got a very steady time line but we get bits and pieces. and your personal touch gives this story the flavor its got, a darker sad story i feel because of spencers turmoil. i suck with comments, i apologize, but thank you for your update! and the comment responses! very nice. :)