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« on: April 14, 2001, 11:55:11 pm »

Alittle fan fiction(BTW, im in 7th grade, and i live in NC).

     I grew up on the farm in Indiana.  The one thing that i can remmember was basketball.  Basketball ruled all in that state.  I still have a cassete recording of a ball bouncing by my bed every night, my mind was so use to sleeping with that sound.  Of course, I, like all kids had enjoyed the game.  That was until 6th grade when the class Bully decided i was his next ttarget.  He must of though "Matt would be a good source of income".  I sure would love to stick my Barreta .45 up his ass, or my Barret .50 caliber sniper down his eyes.  After about three confrentations, I told my parents.  They alerted the school imediatly, even though i begged them not to.  Apperently, the bully didn't like to be told on.  The next day, he gave me 2 to the stomch and a hook across the face.  Blood everywhere on the court.  I took a spike back at him, or two.  None of them did anything, they hurt my knuckles more than they hurt him.  He got another one to the stomach, and took out my breath, and he came across with a hard one to the right ear. Off to his upper left.  he hit my forehead, and i went dizzy.  When he came back for another one, i crabed his wrist.  I then took my toher hand and pushed him back, and reached towards the head.  i pushed it, full force, towards the goal's pole.  His head smacked there.  He went out immediatly.  By this time everyone was screaming, and teachers were coming.  I fainted right there and lost conncineice.  I was hurt so bad i could never play compeitve basketball agian.  I still could, however, enjoy my second pasion, hunting.  Me and my friend riche would always go hunting.  Riche sucked at hunting.  He couldnt hit the stupidnest of bill gates.  he shot 100 shots a day, constantly, every day.  Throught my early years, i maybe averaged one a day.  I never missed a moving target, and Riche got better ever day.  
     My mind staryed back to what was at hand.  We had a tango inncident, and i was the sniper for the team.

Someone else countinue.  His name, as mentioned, is matt
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« Reply #1 on: April 14, 2001, 11:57:50 pm »

You are making that up, right?  And btw, I live in NC too.  What city are you in? I'm in raleigh.
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« Reply #2 on: April 15, 2001, 02:24:38 pm »

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« Reply #3 on: May 21, 2004, 02:03:25 am »

awww yeah really old topic! all da way on page 124  Grin
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« Reply #4 on: May 21, 2004, 02:21:28 am »

PLEASE do not bring up old topics unless they are relevant

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« Reply #5 on: May 21, 2004, 06:17:50 am »

Screw you grey! Stop stealing my trademark "Bring back a really really old thread!"

Besides... usually if I decide to bring back an old thread, it's semi-interesting.

WTF was this.

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