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You Can Take Your Stories And Shove Em Up Your...
0 reviewsA wonderful ramble in a (not) entirely fictional world. Involving most (if not all of) my friends.
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'Flic?'
'Yes...'
'Can you pass me my bottle of Oasis?'
'Say please Daisy.'
'Ok, please?'
'Oh, alright.'
Flic looked desparingly across the classroom at the bottle of Oasis that had to be at least 10 feet away and turned to Bryony.
'Bryony?'
'Yes...'
'Can you pass me Daisys bottle of Oasis?'
'But it's at least ten feet away. Ask Frances.'
'Shes still staring at that picture of the baby she brought in for Art.'
'Ask Lauren then.'
'Shes gone to the toilet.'
'Ask Amy.'
'She went to the toilet with Lauren.'
'Ask Sarah.'
'Shes still in the food tech room.'
'Ask Joy.'
'She went to the canteen.'
'Ask Daisy.'
'But she wants me to get it for her.'
'Ask Flic.'
'I AM Flic.'
'Well why don't you get it?'
Flic pondered this question, then realised the arguement was futile. In any case, it wasnt as if anyone other than her would get it. Grumbling, she picked up the bottle and passed it to Daisy. Frances looked up.
'Flic, can you pass me my apple?'
'What apple?'
'The one in my hand...'
'Its in your hand.'
'Oh right. Nevermind then.'
'Band practice tomorrow everyone?' Bryony announced to no one in particular.
'Sure,' chorused the other three in unison.
'Yes...'
'Can you pass me my bottle of Oasis?'
'Say please Daisy.'
'Ok, please?'
'Oh, alright.'
Flic looked desparingly across the classroom at the bottle of Oasis that had to be at least 10 feet away and turned to Bryony.
'Bryony?'
'Yes...'
'Can you pass me Daisys bottle of Oasis?'
'But it's at least ten feet away. Ask Frances.'
'Shes still staring at that picture of the baby she brought in for Art.'
'Ask Lauren then.'
'Shes gone to the toilet.'
'Ask Amy.'
'She went to the toilet with Lauren.'
'Ask Sarah.'
'Shes still in the food tech room.'
'Ask Joy.'
'She went to the canteen.'
'Ask Daisy.'
'But she wants me to get it for her.'
'Ask Flic.'
'I AM Flic.'
'Well why don't you get it?'
Flic pondered this question, then realised the arguement was futile. In any case, it wasnt as if anyone other than her would get it. Grumbling, she picked up the bottle and passed it to Daisy. Frances looked up.
'Flic, can you pass me my apple?'
'What apple?'
'The one in my hand...'
'Its in your hand.'
'Oh right. Nevermind then.'
'Band practice tomorrow everyone?' Bryony announced to no one in particular.
'Sure,' chorused the other three in unison.
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