Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Once Upon a Time


     Once upon a time there was a sixteen year old called Kirsty and she wrote a crazy load of posts on a website called Quizilla about the murder of potatoes, the betrayal of teachers and the fear of learning to drive upon the impending turn of her seventeenth year. And this is what she wrote ...


May 9, 2008


The Tale Of Fred and His Murder


About two seconds ago I mentioned a potato murder and yet, I forgot to mention it. Maybe I was too angry to add it but, better yet, I believe that Fred - the victim - deserves a tribute. Fred was my close alien potato friend and yes, I know, I might have known him only ten minutes but he was extremely close to me.


I went into Biology on Thursday as usually, expecting to finish my coursework which is of course, an experiment. We were using potatoes as a source of catalase, an enzyme. I was feeling sorry for the potatoes and went to the bag with a heavy heart, for I had to kill one. That was when I met Fred.


He was there in an abnormal shape, sort of like a sterotypical alien head and he had an eye which was closed. I instantly took him as my own. I showed all my friends this amazing potato. Then I left him alone as I went to get my equipment.


That's when it happened.


Craig killed Fred. With a borer.


I returned and found that Fred my dear friend had a hole in his head. I was horrified and hit Craig instantly and he replied that I was crazy. I mourned Fred and told the murderer to shut up and then my wonderful Biology teacher threatened to shove a borer ... well you get the idea.


I am grieving still.


And yes, this did happen last Thursday and I should be over it, but I'm not.


And yes, I am receiving psychiatric help weekly and I am on medication.


So everything will be fine.


     Ah, good times. It was great to look back over that and remember that day. I love looking back over old memories. Poor Fred. He had a family to provide for, children to see after work, a wife to love ... and his life was cruelly snatched from him. Ah, sorrow for his children and wife. Anyway, I will post an old ramble of mine on a new blog every couple of days so we can laugh at how crazy I was - and still am, I guess. 













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