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Unsurprisingly, she had no idea what to make of this. Other than it's not a good idea to see magic ponies and your brother playing Portal and Call of Duty at 3am. |
Unsurprisingly, she had no idea what to make of this. Other than it's not a good idea to see magic ponies and your brother playing Portal and Call of Duty at 3am. |
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Nevertheless she decided to get some cereal to eat, and she ate it. She was happy to have a day at home today, what with the strangeness that was yesterday. She decided to go play something on the computer, which today was <span style="color:black" title="Sims playing The Sims? IT'S ALL A CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!">''The Sims 3''. |
Nevertheless she decided to get some cereal to eat, and she ate it. She was happy to have a day at home today, what with the strangeness that was yesterday. She decided to go play something on the computer, which today was <span style="color:black" title="Sims playing The Sims? IT'S ALL A CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!">''The Sims 3''.</span> As she sat playing her favorite family she didn't realise how quickly the time went by... it became night very quickly. |
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===Chapter Eight: School=== |
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The rest of the weekend went by with no incidents whatsoever, and no more of the confounded ponies. Unless you count Claire stealing "A history of Walruses" and hiding it somewhere, everything was completely normal. Or, now she thinks of it, that ''is'' normal. She didn't want the book anyway. |
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Nevertheless, it was Monday, and that meant it was time for school. Unfortunately. As the three children boarded the bus and waved goodbye to their parents, it started up and took them to the school. |
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Some time later, the bell rang for the start of class, at which time Natalie drudged off to her first class for the day, History. Her teacher, Mr. Wilson, was a 60 something man with greying hair. His face reminded her of a shrivelled prune, and he is notable as he is almost globally resented by not just students, but the staff as well. |
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