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Well, Today is my last day on Gaiaonline™.

Soon school shall commence and I, sadly, Do not have a computer to interact on ( sweatdrop ). Unfortunately, That would mean that I cannot enjoy my extra time (Since my horrible grades, My mom is not taking chances in giving me free time. I, most proably be stuck in my little room, studying like mad, like last year.) On this Website or anything with the internet. The only time I'll have a chance to check out this site will be during computer classes, which will be about 10 minutes before the bell rings and the class starts. I thank all of you (or the majority, which is the people I've actually interacted with stare ) for making my stay on Gaiaonline™ an enjoying one (sounds like a commercial, eh?) I do hope by the time I get back permanently on Gaiaonline™, will not be a common member or a fogotten Gaian on this extrodinary site. I guess that is all I can say. My depart is sad (at least it makes me sad gonk )

Adieu,
Mike, The Departed Soul

P.s I don't sound much like a Simpleton now, Huh? Want to make my last day a great day? Get me, good-bye presents blaugh (Donate is another word for it... Donate = Get to be on my donation list in my quest thread 3nodding
Next year, I'll have a computer at my Mom's house

P.s (Again) Reason why I don't have a computer and I study alot: Parents got divorced, mother got married, company moved to Canada, Quebec is a french country, I am having trouble doing french school. Computer got left at my Dad's house, Mom makes me study, big time, so I don't risk staying back a year.

awwwww no, we have not interacted but yah your still cool

pouts... i havent interacted with you much, but of what i have i am sad to see you go... crying

seeya man.

Well all i can say is good luck and try to check the site as much as you can ... get to this thread as much as you can and let us know about you 3nodding

First day of french school... 4-5 years ago.

It was my first day in this mysteriious country. Their language meant nothing to me. Nothing but gibberish. As I hurry to the bus, my mother tells me to folow the girl. Keeping that in mind I got on the bus. And on we went, over the bridge, I gazed at the many houses in the horizon. I didn't dare to give a look around the bus. My till we got to our destination my eyes and nose was glued to the window. The window, my only comfort in this intimidating bus. The bus finally came to a hault and let out some gas as the old man pulled his automobile into the parking lot. I got up and got off. Before leaving the bus I glanced to see the girl was still in her seat. Thinking she was waiting till everyone else got off I got off also. The bus doors closed and I searched for my classroom with the lists that were taped to the brick wall. I checked all the names... Nothing. The air was chilly and had a little mist wrapped around me. The cold was uncomfortable. My mother also mentionned she meet up with me at the school. I ran from one corner to the other of the school yard. She was nowhere to be found. I assumed she would be late like she usually is because of her makeup and that dreadful mirror that is visited and looked at by my mother than me, myself. The bell rang, and I was lost with noone to come to my aid. Soon after tears began to roll down my cold red cheeks. Where am I? What do I do? Where is that girl I was suppose to folow? With those questions unaswered I entered the school. The Principal caught me and tug me to his office. He babbled a few more things in french. Obvisouly, Not knowing a thing, I nodded. he smiled and starting making some calls. My mother finally arrived. Explaining everything, we left. She justified where she was. And it turns out she wasn't late, in fact she was early. She was where she was suppose to be. Problem is: I wasn't where I was suppose to be. The stupid bus driver took us to the wrong spot. Also, the reason the girl didn't leave her seat was because she had told him that this wasn't her school. A sigh escaped from my mouth as I nibbled on a doughnut. I made it to the right school. I entered my classroom... alone, abandoned by the people of authority. (Secretary, Parents) My Teacher was a bit chubby and she wasn't looking like a pleasant woman (I soon found out that my assumption was right. She was helpful in ways but real annoying, irritating and strict in more ways than I could count in french and english)
She asked my name. I realized what she meant and I answered as usual... Michael. A few girls giggled and I still kept my head down in embarrasement and shyness. We went around the class asking what they liked the most. I answered, in english, Dogs. Nobody comprehended. I try with all my efforts to teach them what I meant. My efforts were hopless. A bark from a student echoed in the room. Eyes enlightened as they finally understood my answer. "Chien" My teacher, Micheline, said. I repeated like a monkey. A few more giggles here or there splashed the room.

3nodding Couldn't agree more. This weekend I'm having more chances of getting on a computer than ever before xd

Almost seems like I never left.

Hm, Bored so here's another one.

Ah, my old house, what a perfect house. Modified and remade by my mother, paid by my farther. 2 acres of clean fresh green grass of the back and front yard. our driveway, paved with many interesting stones neatly placed. The house was like a palace. 22 steps of carpet made stairs. The stairway started at the top and curved out then in to remeet each other at the first floor. we had many rooms. My mother shared her marvelous room with my farther before a horrible idea called: Divorce. Anyways, Our backyard, was sprinkled with tall trees that let their leaves fall and dance in the wind. instead of drawing roads and playing with our bicycles we decided to play baseball. The bases were loaded. we were 3 vs 3. I was up to the plate. I excitedly grabbed the baseball bat and mimcked an official baseball player like I saw on my T.V. The whacked the garbage can that was representing the plate and gave a determined look to my farther, who suffers from lazy eye. He asked nicely: "You ready?" I giggled and said: "Yup, more than ready" From under he tossed the ball to my lline of fire. I swung with all my might. My eyes were closed with hope that I actually whacked something. Soon a sound echoed in my ears: "Strike one!" My... Power was wasted. I missed. This time I cannot missed. But before I could react the ball strolled it's way passed me and into the woods that we partially owned (about 20 feet). I looked down in defeat. Unwilling to give it one and last shot at this game. My farther looked up and said: "Come on, one last try." I nodded and lifted my head and got a better grip and that black wooden bat. The ball left the pitcher's hand. I gave it all I got... The ball kissed my bat and said good-bye as it flew high into the clear blue sky. Jumping with glee, I ran to through the bases. I did it. I won.

Soon after, I found the ball in my mother's garden. I grabbed the ball and kissed. "Thank you." With that said. I left the ball in the damp soil. And hurried back to get some cookies and pumpking seeds because halloween soon came.

(End. And nothing happens in Halloween that I remember besides the fact that I went as a skeleton at the age of 7 and my mother loved to carve and paint ghosts in the front yard considering we had alot of space and my dad loved to garden. My baby-sitter also loved to scared the children as he hid in the coffin my mother made with alot of effort. We were so good at this Halloween gig (considering my mom is an amazing painter) that the police came around our house 3 times to get a good looks.) well, That's it, This isn't the best but, it was a great moment.