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May 29th, 2004
The Death Of A Bunch Of Dinosaurs
Scene 1:
Mr.Babybop: Have you found THE MAN?!
Mrs.Barney: Yeeesss!
Mr.Babybop: It can not be!
Mrs.Barney: Oh, but it is.
Mr. Babybop: Never!!!
Mrs.Barney: I'm sorry, but it must be.
Mr.Babybop: (Dies)
Mrs.Barney: (Faints)
Scene 2:
Doctor: I am sorry Mrs.Barney, he is dead!
Mrs. Barney: Nooooo!!! (Faints)
Scene 3:
Mrs.Barney: Never!
Doctor: Always!
Mrs.Barney: (Screams and dies)
Doctor: There goes another one.
THE END
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Hmm. My stories aren't as good as I thought they were. You see, I'm seven years old and I want to be a person who writes plays, but I'm not good at it. I based my characters off of two dinosaurs from my favorite show, Barney. I don't know why I made Barney a girl, but I did.
My mom and dad always say that they like my plays. I always wonder if they're lying. My older brother and sister lie and say they like them, too. My imaginary friend, Billy Bob Ben, is more honest.
Billy Bob Ben is a cowboy. He hates my plays. He says they don't have anough Western stuff. Billy Bob Ben is best friends with my other imaginary friend, Jerome. My best imaginary friend is Dilbert. He likes my plays and he's honest.
Having imaginary friends is stupid, isn't it? I can't help it, though. My brother and sister, Fred and Georgie, never play with me. That always makes me sad. They always make excuses like:
Georgine: Not know, Dorrine, I have a homework assignment to finish.
Fred: Hey, kid! Can't you see I'm talking on the phone?
or
Georgine and Fred: Sorry, sweetie. We're going to be abducted by aliens and mutants tonight and we need to hide.
Usually I respond by saying:
Me: You don't need to do homework.
Me: I wouldn't do that if I were you. Phones are evil.
or
Me: Well, the aliens and mutants are going to abduct ME, too.
They never fall for it though.
Both of them are teenagers. Georgine is 13. She's always hanging out with her friends. She never has time for anything else. Fred's 16. He's always hanging around with his girlfriend. It's so gross when they kiss! I usually yell at them for it, but then Fred gets mad.
At shool we're working on writing. I'm going to write a play. My best REAL friend, Zoe, is writing about her grandma. Yesterday Zoe and I had a very intelligent conversation:
Zoe: I bet I cat spit farther than you!
Me: No you can't!
Zoe: Yes I can!
Me: No you can't!
Zoe: Yes I can!
Me: Wanna bet?! (I spit on ground)
Zoe: (Spits farther than me)
Me: Whaaaaaaaaa!!!
To think, Georgine thinks seven year olds are stupid. Ha!
I always write things like scripts. I don't like quotation marks. Thay scare me because they look like creepy eyes. Well, they don't really scare me, but I just don't like them. Whenever people ask me about I say that I'm afraid of them, because I don't know what else to say.
I have to go now. I'll write again when I make another play.
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