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"You Fop!!!"... "You Brat!!!" or Just One of Those Days Nina sat in the room appointed for detentions. "Dammit. How the hell did I get myself into this much trouble..." Jeane sat in the room, watching Nina as she continually copied down newly discovered runes from the Runic Review. Nina was incredibly bored. "OH SHIT!!!" Nina jumped up in the middle of the classroom. Nina happened to remember a certain meeting set up for Mayor Teresa Wisemail's Eyes and Ears of Greenhill program. Nina groaned as Jeane looked with widened eyes at her. "NINA... WHAT DID YOU SAY?" ... Time inched by as Nina spent an extra hour in detention after school. Finally, Miss Jeane stood up from her chair and said, "Nina. You may go." Nina was out the door faster than a bat out of hell. "Oh damn, is Teresa going to be angry!" Nina was a green and red blur ahead of the academy, buzzing down the street in an extremely disheveled fashion. She burst through a group of a few people, and could faintly hear two trailing voices, "WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME IS THAT!?" "What in hell more like it!" Faster and faster she flew down the street, gaining speed with every turn and every downhill jump. Faster, and faster, and faster, and fast... *BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Nina lay on the ground, her head spinning like a turbulent storm. She stood up to find the most outlandishly dressed man, in the most flowery costume that had ever graced her sight. The man stood up quickly and dusted himself off. The man began screaming in some odd language, that is Earth's equivalant to French. Finally, he began speaking like a normal person... provided he was without the costume. "WHY I NEVER!!! I am Simone Verdicci, and you m'am, are the most pugnacious, rude, brattish, and poorly dressed, (my, my, where did she get that dreadful outfit) 5 year-old speed demon I have ever had the misery of placing my sight upon!" "I am 15, Sir Fop of the decade!!! AND ME!? POORLY DRESSED!? LOOK AT... I MEAN JUST TAKE A LOOK AT... JUST... whew boy... This is going to be a long day, isn't it?" "YOU ARE QUITE RIGHT O BRATTISH ONE!!!" "SHUT UP YOU FREAKISHLY DRESSED NARCISIST!!!" "MUD CAKED DOG!" "POMPUS, EGOTISTICAL BASTARD!!!!" Hour upon wasted hour, the two argued like a pair of young school children. The world around them was passing them by as if there was nothing going on outside of there childish battle of half-wits. There seemed to be no end to this brattish conflict until suddenly, Nina turned her head randomly from the verbal fray and saw the sun setting off in the distance. "O MY GOD!" "Hmph. After the verbal onslaught I just showed this child, you might of thought she would have something to say about my witty expertise." Simone chuckled quietly to himself. "What a big ego..." Nina thought. "Mom!!! Dad!!!! Your lovely daughter is home!!!" "Oh Nina, umm...." "What now?" "Sir Flik..." "O YES!!! Where is he anyway?" "Not here..." "WHAT!?" "Now Nina don't throw a fit sweety." "..." Nina collected her thoughts and decided to do the opposite of what her mother asked. "Now Nina, it's alright. Even though he is gone now, at least he was in this house..." "BUT HE'S NOT HERE NOW!" Nina sat on her bed weeping and bawling, as her mother brought her left to get her some herbal tea and ramen noodles. "Its just one of those days..." "FLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK!!!!!"
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