Stories From The Dungeon

An inspiring tirade about the lives of about 600 teenage girls and their almost clinically insane ideas.

Read if you missed the first post.

My story is simple; I go to an all girls high school known as "The Dungeon". It's The Dungeon because the windows don't open and we are all forced to work in uncomfortable conditions until we go insane. Yes, there's not a drop of testosterone in the whole student body. So as you can probably imagine, things get ... interesting. But, things aren't all laughs. The bond we share is closer than blood. We cry, we fight, and we conspire together.
Character Breakdown:
Friends: Everybody will have their own numbers/letters so to shorten it, I'll abbreviate. Like, I'll be C127974 and my best friend is CAH306. Oh, and of course I have a boyfriend who will simply be "That Boy."
Foes:The most common foes will be Sam and Candy. Sam is the master mind behind The Dungeon and Candy is our warden.So, now that you get the gist of it, the story begins ...

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Day One

Today, I will talk about school buses (yes the big yellow things). You know why? Because I spend 10 hours a week on a bus. The bus is a magical place. Two of my best friend take the bus and most of our inside jokes took place there. Butt prints (the mark you're butt makes on a bus seat when you sit there too long), backwards "N's", and waving at nothing are things only the bus girls understand. This is why buses are important. Freshman year we were forced to be friends. If you missed the bus, you needed someone to call to get the bus driver to come back for you. Also, there are boys on the bus. So thats a good way into Slacker High (the all boys school a 15 minute walk away from The Dungeon ). So buses = important.
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