Procrastinating [Stormy’s Writing Challenge]

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Yeet, I’m entering something i’m clearly not talented enough to do, but I’m doing it anyway.
Welp, here we go

i. "i'm not a little girl!"
ii. "what even is this?"
iii. "can you please tell me what's going on?"
iv. "i just went for a run."
v. "i'm broken."
vi. "don't. do. stupid."
vii. "she just stares at everybody."
viii. "oops."
ix. "i'm a...taco."
x. "i don't regret being a cat."
xi. "doritos?"
xii. "i thought cows said moo?"
xiii. "look at all those chickens!"
xiv. "oh, i didn't...wait, what?"
xv. "i said left! left, you idiot!"
xvi. "whatever they do don't give-"
xvii. "whoops."
xviii. "where's the other poptart?"
xix. "i said okay."
xx. "this...is a mess."
xxi. "we're goin' to lincoln!"
xxii. "but for how long?"
xxiii. "wait a momento-"
xxiv. "and...he stopped answering."
xxv. "any last words?"
xxvi. "say something." "bork."
xxvii. "at least he tried."
xxviii. "and to think i might marry you."
xxix. "if you love me let me gooooo!"
xxx. "i need someone to keep me sane."
xxxi. "look at what you got into."
xxxii. "she didn't deserve it."
xxxiii. "it hurts!"
xxxiv. "don't be a baby."
xxxv. "don't let goo...you already did."
xxxvi. "sometimes i'm her friend."
xxxvii. "oh. so that was supposed to make sense."
xxxviii. "this is weird."
xxxix. "this isn't like always."
xl. "i love you."
xli. "are you kidding me?"
xlii. "pew pew pew."
xliii. "roman numeral...s."
xliv. "i thought you'd be taller."
xlv. "maybe i'll just shoot you."
xlvi. "all hail the cake!"
xlvii. "are you-"
xlviii. "whatcha think?"
xlix. "it's a fake!"
l. "real cute."

li. "i think i broke it."
lii. "what do you mean it's alive?"
liii. "it's beginning to look a lot like..."
liv. "oh there goes the bed."
lv. "rest in pieces."
lvi. "aloha mora!"
lvii. "i can't believe you can't think of anything smarter to say."
lviii. "it's still in there!"
lix. "one hundred is a lot."
lx. "hey, assbutt!"
lxi. "potatoes are great."
lxii. "spray cheese is yay cheese."
lxiii. "puhutko suomea?"
lxiv. "it's over."
lxv. "i'm batman!"
lxvi. "they've got dad."
lxvii. "okay...okay?"
lxviii. "what're you doing."
lxix. "meow is a logical answer to everything."
lxx. "sadly, we are not at hogwarts."
lxxi. "you are smack in the middle of it."
lxxii. "the poor puppy!"
lxxiii. "un, duex, quatre..."
lxxiv. "you are very...lovely."
lxxv. "blech."
lxxvi. "break her heart, i'll break your face."
lxxvii. "tacos are wonderful creations."
lxxviii. "we should drop out and run a store."
lxxix. "at least you'll get a nice tan."
lxxx. "lies! all lies."
lxxxi. "well that is no bueno."
lxxxii. "what happened to my cheesecake?"
lxxxiii. "where is he!"
lxxxiv. "y'ouch."
lxxxv. "but he will be."
lxxxvi. "a building!"
lxxxvii. "that's all i know."
lxxxviii. "you are a the-if!"
lxxxix. "yeeaaah- no."
xc. "finish it."
xci. "i don't speak...your language."
xcii. "can you not?!"
xciii. "e. e. f. f. o. c. eeffoc!"
xciv. "i have something to...tell...you..."
xcv. "other ones?"
xcvi. "sunrise!"
xcvii. "what does that mean?"
xcviii. "writing...it's hard."
xcix. "see her friday."
c. "and to think i'm finally finished."

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3 years, it’s been 3 years since the mysterious Natasha Evans joined Sakura High. She was, strange. I’ve known her since Freshman Year, when she joined. Now, even in Junior year, nothing has changed about her. Her black curly hair put up in pigtails held up by 2 scrunchies, red as roses. She always wore that purple tank top and black tennis skirt, with the same worn out purple converse. Sometimes I wondered if she ever grew out of those clothes. Who am I telling you all of this? Well I’m one of the most popular boys in school, Matthew Short. I’ve always had a crush on the mysterious Natasha, she just seemed like a mystery I needed to solve. The only problem, all she did was stare at people, weather it be a teacher or a student..She would watch them the entire day, if you walked out of her vision, she’d just look at a new target. She attended every school event, whether it be Homecoming, a Pep Rally, or even just a Talent Show. Heck, she even came to every musical our school would throw, she got straight A’s in class, even though she would just stare at somebody in class, barely the teacher. If I talked to her, she’d just stare at someone.. Sometimes some of the popular girls would trip her, she simply stood up and walked away, not even a noise coming out of her as she hit the floor. Every winter, she would still have that tank top. Today was the day I talk to her though, I puffed out my chest, and walked up to Natasha. My friends behind me whispered some things, probably wondering why the most popular boy in school would talk to the Mystery Girl. She sat alone on a bench, waiting patiently for school to start. I tapped her shoulder, and suddenly.. her head snapped to meet my gaze, “I-umm.. well-I” I started, but she stayed frozen. She opened her mouth to speak, and I was surprised by what she had said.. “Wake up Matthew.. please”, I stumbled backwards, and suddenly.. I woke up. I was in a hospital room, loud beeps filled my ears, I yelped, sitting up on the bed. I looked to the left to see.. my parents.. “Oh sweetie, your awake! It’s been 3 years!” My mom cried, wrapping her arms around me, I could hear my dad crying tears of joy behind her. “What, what happened?” I asked. “We were in a car accident, it had put you into a coma, but.. your awake!” She sobbed, grabbing my hair, “the doctor said you would never wake up.. but we stayed hopeful!” My Dad said. “But, the car accident was just a dream, right?” I asked, my mom shook her head, “it must have been your coma that made you think that” my dad replied. I was shocked, everything was coming back to me, Natasha Evans wasn’t the kid who stared at everyone.. she was the most popular kid at school.. I was the Mystery Boy who stared at everyone and couldn’t start a conversation at all..

She was never “Mystery Girl” at all.