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Post by Jesse Lacey on Jun 23, 2007 19:46:37 GMT -5
Finally, he had found a spot in the castle he wouldn't be bothered. Everywhere else it seemed that the walls had freakin microphones that would pick up the surrounding sounds and blast them into Jesse's ears. But here, just silence. In fact, after the gigantic monster of a door slowly closed, the room was so quiet, it bothered him.
He paced the room that to his displeasure was surrounded by fancy signs and paintings that practically screamed closemindedness and only snobby people like prefects should appreciate.
It troubled Jesse that this room was so clean and pure.
He couldn't blame the room itself though because after much thinking, he realized the people who built thing couldn't have had much taste in art.
Then it happened.
He pulled one of the four mini sharpies he had in pocket and stared at the wall, slowly discovering that he needed to balance out the perfectly made snobby monuments with pure art worked to perfection.
So after drawing a troll who's deep in thought playing chess by himself, he was done.
Except something was missing from this work of art.
Climbing up to a ledge beside the stall and holding onto a bar on the window next to him, he wrote the following...
" Dear prefect people,
When I came into this room, I tried to the best of my abilites to not screw with anything that would displeasure to my never changing mood. But as the troll, you, and I can see, I screwed with everything.
But all in good humor right?
- Jesse"
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