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Getting Out

I was more F than A or C, but any way you look at it, I was an AFC. An Average Frustrated Chump. I had a crush on a girl named Renee, who lived on my floor in the dorm.

For weeks I lived in agony, wondering if she liked me. I'd make subtle hints and get back subtle responses which weren't nearly conclusive enough for me to do anything about it.

Things came to a head on Friday night. I had to ask her. Not in person, of course. On AIM.

Hour Three - Tree huger Short story.

On Hour One

Hour 3

In order to write todays post i thought it would be best to go back into my archives and pull out an old story I had started or an idea that was under developed.

However this trip down memory lane was fraught with teen angst and horrible spelling. In fact so many of these under developed ideas were so bad that it made me have to stop reading.

I would like to go over the basic structure of my ideas from 10 - 13 years ago. All most all of my ideas were about a young boy with a great hidden skill or talent. He Is faced with a great tragedy or a Seemly impossible challenge. he then dose something thing funny , silly or sings and that saves the Day.

That was like 80% of my stories but i did have some stuff that i have written so i wanted to share this little ditty a story called Tree Huger.

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