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Pottersues--The Life of a Mary Sue |
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Okay, kids, it's like this.
When I was twelve-ish, I enrolled in Immanuel Christian School (actually Immanuel Baptist School, although all denominations were welcome...except Catholics). It was a basic one-room schoolhouse sort of deal, with very few traditional classes. Instead, everyone was given workbooks and sat at their desks to do a few pages in each every day. I frequently finished early, and rather than do something productive like work ahead, I would read, pretend to check the date on my page-a-day cartoon calendar (instead reading ahead in the cartoons), occasionally try to sneak a nap...the usual slacker bullshit. But mostly, I would write, because it made me look like I was working on something legit if a teacher was looking. I wrote like hell. I haven't counted my notebooks, but there's at least a dozen in my room, some filled cover-to-cover and started again on the opposite pages, going the other way.
When I was fourteen, I diverted the majority of my creative energies into roleplaying. The notebooks were left alone because the writing in them was cringeworthy (actually, the RP tended to be cringeworthy too, but enh, hindsight). For years, they've remained utterly untouched...
...until now.
In the interest of converting my early writing to a digital format, I'm transcribing it to a text document. And in the interest of lulz, I'm snarking the thing in full.
This is terrible shit, guys. Seriously classic stuff. It stars me and my ignorance of what hurt/comfort was, and it wobbles between head-deskingly awful and eye-twitchingly disturbing. I honestly don't remember the majority of what I've written, so it's like reading something by a totally different person. A fanbrat person. A Sue person.
So, won't you take this journey of self-discovery with me? You can make whatever cheap shots you want, and I promise I won't get offended. It's a learning experience! A lulzing experience. A lurching experience. Oh hell I have been up too long.
Y'all don't have to read if you don't want. It's mostly for my own entertainment. Hopefully it'll turn out kinda funny, but I make no promises.
( Let's get this party started. )
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irritated
tired