About a year ago, I was setting fire to something, and back then I had beautiful, long waist-length hair, albeit in a bizarre purple-maroon colour (it's natural, something many teachers refuse to believe). I set fire to the object, I believe a pile of leaves and grass and wood in a bowl, and I lent over and set my hair on fire. Ever since then, I've tied it back. Anyway, I set about 90% of my hair on fire, and managed to pat it out. Hair's really flammable. My mother, who normally deals with my burns and scalds with stern looks and tutting, shrieked like a fruit bat (Yay! I've started watching Invader Zim again! Catharine - the AOS - calls it Invader Dim. Oh, the height of wit! Her head is a cavern of fluff) and then made bookings to the hairdressers to get it cut in a nice uniform shape again. So now it's shoulder length.
NEW NEWS! A new boy has joined our class. This is good. He sits next to me and I abandon the misanthropy and try to be nice. He's really funny actually. And because he transferred from a Sixth Form College, he doesn't know that the others regard me as 'pyro psycho' yet. New friend alert! He's called Johnny (hopefully not a homicidal maniac or a psychic) and he likes Invader Zim too. And he's pseudogothic. Yays all round.
NEW NEWS! A new boy has joined our class. This is good. He sits next to me and I abandon the misanthropy and try to be nice. He's really funny actually. And because he transferred from a Sixth Form College, he doesn't know that the others regard me as 'pyro psycho' yet. New friend alert! He's called Johnny (hopefully not a homicidal maniac or a psychic) and he likes Invader Zim too. And he's pseudogothic. Yays all round.
By the way, I thought you might want to see a picture of Catharine I drew. This is one of the more flattering ones... I have more caricituristic ones but this is the best I can find at short notice.
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