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    Cheer – (Chapter: You Blow My Mind)

    Story written on April 13, 2009 by raerly.
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    I looked at Chelsea still shaky and ask her, “We are in so much trouble, aren’t we?”

                   Unfortunatly it’s Rachel Slowly Losing Her Mind

                    I am sweating hard, and now I can guess where the term sweating bullets originates.

                    Or is it bricks? Or something else…? I am not sure. I am the type with free flowing thoughts that kind of wrap around each other and leave my comprehension somewhere out in the cold. I also tend to talk quite a bit, and think even more. That is probably why there is a hand clamped tight over my mouth and why my body is shoved under some tiny like crawl space beneath a desk.

                    So now, you know that is why I am sweating hard. Hardly actually.

    What was I saying?

    Right, I am not really sweating because all of this is just a figure of speech except for the hand over mouth thing. That is actually happening.

                    All I can think is that this is very very very very bad indeed, and I am kind of freaking out a bit.

                    But you don’t really know why do you?

                    You don’t even know who is talking to you, and why should you. You don’t know me or care, but wait this is all in my head. So really, I am talking to myself. Actually, I am not talking, just thinking. Some half-crazed girl caught under some desk is spitting metaphors at myself in a thought process, and I am stuck with Ashley, the cheerleader, this rather nice girl named Chels or Hels or whatever they are calling her, and that moron that got us all into this predicament.

                    In addition, I am hiding, or being hid under some little crawl space like area, under a large desk, in our library. Hiding like a little mouse caught in someone’s firm grip or they are just doing this to protect me from that tiny little crazed girl.

    Ashley’s sister.

                    Satan incarnate.

                    That girl that attacked me.

                    I am just in so much trouble, man. I am in so much trouble.

                    It was not my fault either, I swear. I just have to get my story straight because I know they are going to question me.

                    Just start at the beginning, all right; I just have to concentrate on what happened.

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    1. this was one of my fav chaps last time ’round because I love rachel! and I think I told you last time that I absolutely loved the whole mels bels kels thing. I can see how being high would make your mind ramble like that. anyway fantastic as always!! pms!

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