Entry one. Draft only.

Small Vix entry - Vivi's.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Inhale. Exhale. Think sad. Think gory. Think bad.
At this moment a certain girl of sixteen years named Vix Dale was trying her very best not to explode with laughter. But even thoughts of car crashes and torturing penguins could not keep her from shaking with glee.

The cause of this situation came in the form a boy named Bob Giledoor. Ever since the beginning of their recess he had been spewing word after word of ridiculously funny crap. Poor helpless Vix was subject to this torment for half an hour before the boy toddled off somewhere to communicate with his Chinese[mandarin] friends.

She was left to try and calm herself down but seemed unable to and her body could not take much more laughter. It didn't help that her best girlfriend was not in sight. At least she could have chased Bob away earlier, thought Vix.

These were the reasons why she was holding her breath and seemed to turn blue almost purple. Just as all hope seemed lost a hand collided with her back and made her yelp out in pain.

Furious, she turned to see the best friend, named Lyn Callum, she had been hoping for earlier, standing their grinning. "Sorry darl. I forgot that leaving you all alone with Giledoor was a bit bad for your health. But I was in the library finishing up world history homework," the girl stated.

Vix glared at Lyn nonetheless. "Violent feral koala," she growled. "HEY. No name calling penguin. You still luv me anyway," countered Lyn, shaking a finger at he shorter girl.

Vix grinned evilly. She huffed, turned her chin up and mumbled a taunting "Maybe," at Lyn.

Lyn mock cried out, hurt. Vix just snickered at her.
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