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Once upon a time, there was a young lady who interned for S.T.A.R. Labs. She was full of joy and life until one day at her job, the particle accelerator exploded. The explosion did not give her powers like everyone else but instead turned her into a very invidious person. She spent most of her days going around her city making everyone’s day horrible. In everything she did, she found it germane to have an attitude. Everyone in her life was getting sick of the way she was acting. Soon, they all began to eschew her. After everyone in her life left, she began to rob banks. She was stealing money left and right. She even posed as being a rich investor and arrogated all of the money out of his bank account. She was having the time of her life. Until one day the police finally caught her. They chased her for days because she was so intransigent and wouldn’t surrender but finally, they caught her. She then lived the rest of her life in a small women jail in Morocco.

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The story I'm about to tell you is so darned and stupid that the local towns folk can't keep a coherent story of what actually happens. i like to think of my self as someone who don't believe the insatiable demands and threats of the mayor of this here town, but some of the "Less able minded" of us do. the mayor demands that we walk on our hands and speak jimmy-talk, a tongue crazy enough to make a man jump off a cliff on taco Tuesday, can you believe that! Taco Tuesday! you might be wondering how's a fella gon jump off a cliff on taco Tuesday if he is standn on his hands? challengingly, very challengingly. there was once a man who jumped off the fabled no jump cliff and he died. poor soul missed some of the best tacos we have ever made. some people try to emulate the great taco but can't, themself just not good enough of a chef.

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A story starts in an acquisitive society, there is a great deal of emphasis on words and grammar. There was an old man in this land, most would eschew from but one boy repeatedly would return to this old mans doorstep. The old man was known to be a magician some say causing food to congeal and throwing nails with his toes.  The boy would try to emulate his practices.

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So there was this legume, right? And this legume's name was Josh. Josh ran track at the highschool, yeah? And he was really dedicated to it. He eschewed all drugs and alcohol because he was straight edge, and really on his horse about it. His dream was to be as good as Smigbob Kringlenob, a washed up old runner from the same school. He spent all his time watching old tapes of Kringlenob and trying to emulate his techniques. His carping legume parents, Mark and Alicia, became very concerned with their newly taciturn legume child. They grew an invidious hatred for their idiot legume child. Josh's dream eventually came true. He was the best runner in the history of his school, but his parents hated him. What was it all for? Was it worth it? You tell me Josh. Idiot Josh. Shoulda focused more on your mom you idiot Josh.

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Once there was an acquisitive old man who was hungry for money, but was lazy and did not want to acquire a job. He went to the bank with a gun and delivered a banal speech to the horrified citizens that he spent his whole life poor and deserved the money. However, the man knew in his heart that he was the opposite of belabored, for all he did was sit on his rear and watch football. The people tried their best to eschew the crazy madman while making futile attempts to call the police. The old man's hunger for money was so insatiable that the line between sane and the insane had become blurred in his mind. He then shot at the glass overhead and glass chards cascaded down onto the terrified civilians. The police entered to detain the invidious man and save the people.

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One day there was a kid named Bory. His tendency to belabor the small details in his schoolwork often caused him to forget the bigger picture Cory was tired of the carping complaints of his least favorite teacher Mrs. Tester. Day in and day out cory tried to emulate the way cole studied because Mrs tester wasnt mean to cole. Cole was vey invidious to cory and often belittled him for the little man he was. This story was neither entartaining or coherent.

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On a cloudy day at Lowcountry prep there was a mythical tale about the elusive milk. The whole school feared the eschewed the horrible situation that would take place. Once upon a time there was a kid named Bole. He decided that it would be a good idea to aggravate the milk gods. Bole arrogated the milk and hid it away from anyone. The milk gods were insatiable and would not take any apologies for this great theft. They were so taken aback that they could not form a coherent thought and decided the ultimate punishment would be to pour the milk on Bole. Finally one of the milk gods picked up the heavily congealed milk and poured it over Boles head. Bole died after this. His ghost still haunts Lowcountry prep and no one dares to search for the sacred milk, unless they want to end up like Bole.

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Jessica arrogated my English essay. I was so mad at her because she turned it in before I did and I received a 0. I am going to eschew her in everyday life. I acted very taciturn towards her.  I want to cry because I belabor on that essay and she got a 100. Jessica was intransigent that she took my essay. The next time we had a essay she received a 67 and got what she deserved.

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Once upon a time, there was a taciturn princess. She was most well known for her largesse to her civilians, she gave out food and clothes to her subjects. The field that held her kingdom, however, had a darkened corner of hooligans who eschewed her kindness and offers of trade. The ruler was just as intransigent as his people. His idea of a germane response to her offers was to congeal the lake which separated the two kingdoms. The princess acknowledged her invidious rival's attempt at ruining her ruling by bombing their entire village and continuing to live her best life.

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Last week, I was able to witness a scene that I should have eschewed: I witnessed a 1/2 gallon of milk (most foul) being poured on my classmate's head. Now, the story of this milk begins many weeks ago when a low country student bought milk for their IB Physics IA. For some reason, after the milk was belabored for the project, it was not thrown out. In fact, students had actually hid the rotten milk in a teachers classroom for three weeks, which I believe deserves lots of encomium. One would assume that after three weeks not being refrigerated that the milk would eventually rot. Well, even worse, it congealed. The once white liquid milk became green curdles. The particles that made up the milk were now coherent, forming little clumps within the 1/2 gallon container. Well, to make this story even worse, these milk curdles were poured onto Bole's head and now rest in peace outside the door of the art trailer. RIP.

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Once upon a time there was a kid named Johnny. He attended the Lowcountry Preparatory School in Pawleys Island. In an acquisitive and elite society that only the best students were a part of, they only wanted to sell things to gain money for themselves. With all of these rules, Johnny and many others felt belabored. The leader of this elite group was Jason ,but no one liked him. Johnny as would others eschew from being around him at all times. He was overthrown by the second leader in charge, Henry and the arrogated rules and regulations just disappeared. Now that everyone likes the new society, new members to come in the years would emulate for years to come.