ohmygosh liekkk chessster is soooo hawt and sheckseee!!! ooooh niiice\/////// ------- Never mind me, and my pathetic imitation of a teenie. So, people who know me hello! And people who don't, I will start my introduction with a story about Mr. Sticky: Mr Sticky No one knew how Mr. Sticky got in the fish tank. "He's very small," Mum said as she peered at the tiny water snail. "Just a black dot." "He'll grow," said Abby and pulled her pyjama bottoms up again before she got into bed. They were always falling down. In the morning Abby jumped out of bed and switched on the light in her fish tank. Gerry, the fat orange goldfish, was dozing inside the stone archway. Jaws was already awake, swimming along the front of the tank with his white tail floating and twitching. It took Abby a while to find Mr. Sticky because he was clinging to the glass near the bottom, right next to the gravel. At school that day she wrote about the mysterious Mr. Sticky who was so small you could mistake him for a piece of gravel. Some of the girls in her class said he seemed an ideal pet for her and kept giggling about it. That night Abby turned on the light to find Mr. Sticky clinging to the very tiniest, waviest tip of the pond weed. It was near the water filter so he was bobbing about in the air bubbles. "That looks fun," Abby said. She tried to imagine what it must be like to have to hang on to things all day and decided it was probably very tiring. She fed the fish then lay on her bed and watched them chase each other round and round the archway. When they stopped Gerry began nibbling at the pond weed with his big pouty lips. He sucked Mr. Sticky into his mouth then blew him back out again in a stream of water. The snail floated down to the bottom of the tank among the coloured gravel. "I think he's grown a bit," Abby told her Mum at breakfast the next day. "Just as well if he's going to be gobbled up like that," her Mum said, trying to put on her coat and eat toast at the same time. "But I don't want him to get too big or he won't be cute anymore. Small things are cute aren't they?" "Yes they are. But big things can be cute too. Now hurry up, I'm going to miss my train." At school that day, Abby drew an elephant. She needed two pieces of expensive paper to do both ends but the teacher didn't mind because she was pleased with the drawing and wanted it on the wall. They sellotaped them together, right across the elephant's middle. In the corner of the picture, Abby wrote her full name, Abigail, and drew tiny snails for the dots on the 'i's The teacher said that was very creative
good impression of tennie people as for your story about Mr. sticky, i'm confused but laughing lol Welcome back Aisha hope you stay here on lpa
neither do I, :LOL: I think that was the point? the credit (for the story) goes to Mo McAuley. Don't know who he is, I just ripped of the first story I could find.
I saw the title of this thread in the board index and I thought it was a teenie. Darn it...lol. But yeah, welcome back.
So the point of this thread is that, while you were gone, you developed a raging addiction to LSD? <3 Welcome back.
haha, Hi, Aisha. I actually talk to you a lot, but wb to lpa. I didn't realize that you hadn't gotten up to 3k yet.
@ Holiday-Hahaha yes that is the reason I want to be a post whore now. Thankyou for the welcome back people <3