Have my timed writing narrative from English class.
"Write a story about suffering the consequences of one's actions. Be sure that your story is focused and complete, and that it has an interesting plot and engaging characters."
So naturally, I wrote an MCR fanfiction. It's really short, because I only had 26 lines.
Serious. I finished writing it and as I looked down upon it I thought, What have I just done?
Here ya go.
Ray was taking a nap at his friend's house, Frank. That was easily a bad idea.
As soon as he started slowly waking up, Ray felt cold, and his head felt heavy and damp. He immediately sobered up, shot off the couch, and inspected himself.
Frank had stolen Ray's blanket and stripped him, leaving Ray in only his dinosaur underwear from Christmas. Oh, and Frank had also soaked Ray's afro in maple syrup and Skittles.
"Oh my god!" he cried in anguish. "My Fro!"
Frank's friend Gerard walked into the living room, holding a coffee mug and a newspaper. "Hello, Ray," he nodded, as if this was a normal situation, then sat down on a chair and began to read. Ray was still frantically petting his hair.
"Where's Frank?" he asked Gerard. "He needs to die!"
"Downstairs, in the basement. I think he's practicing guitar."
Ray let out a war cry and headed downstairs. Gerard was glued to his newspaper and didn't even look up. He sipped his coffee.
"FRANK!!!!" Ray bellowed. Frank innocently looked up from his Stratocaster, his prized possession. Then he saw Ray and started cracking up, laughing until his sides hurt and he was rolling around on the floor. "Oh god, I am so awesome!" he praised himself. "Brilliant!"
Ray huffed and puffed. "This... is the fourth time this week. My Fro and I have had enough. SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES, MIDGET!"
He unleashed his Rayge and dive-tackled Frank, and pinned him to the floor. Then he started beating him mercilessly with the Stratocaster. After several minutes of this abuse, Ray stood up, wiped his hands on his stomach, and turned around to leave Frank, who was currently a bloody pulp on the floor.
"Three cheers for sweet revenge, Frankie," Ray whispered, then walked out the door.
A/N: yeah. It's completely random and crappy. No wonder I got an 85 on it. :P