Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 06/20/2004 07:42 PM, Bill Heineman said:
She watched the clock tick by. Each moment was spent coming up with
new excuses as to why tonight's volleyball game had to be postponed,
{cancelled : canceled} or forfeited. She nervously shot glances to
the empty seats in class where Ranko and Akane sat, hoping that they
would just teleport in and with their presence, restored the natural
order of things.
The bell rang, signaling lunch break. She bolted out the door and
into the main courtyard right next to the tree the Senshi would
usually hang out under to eat their lunch. A small breeze kicked in,
knocked a few leaves off the tree and onto the blond. She brushed
away the flora from her hair and waited impatiently for Makoto or Ami
to arrive. Pacing back and forth, wearing a small trench in the
ground, the goddess of love held her hands behind her back so she
wouldn't start chewing on her fingernails again. An idea formed and
as she was about to put her plan into motion by biting off her own
fingers, Ami arrived.
Trying to take the easy way out?
Did everything involve studying with her? Fumbling around with the
object that looked like a compact, she {press : pressed} the latch
and flipped up the lid. "What was Akane's number? Oh, yeah." Minako
dialed and when she was about to press the last button, a large male
hand took the device away from her.
Watching her Princess gorge herself, Minako had only one thought.
{She'll : She'd} claim she got food poisoning from Akane's cooking.
It was the best idea yet and it didn't involve anything more drastic
than a stomach pump.
It didn't take much longer for the girl to see that people were
staring at her as she walked past them. She paused and looked down at
her clothes to see why. Her Juuban High School uniform was
practically ruined and she had watermelon juice covering her from
head to toe. Her skirt was torn up and a slit was made on the left
side from the hem all the way up to her panties. Damn, why did I let
{mom : Mom} talk me into wearing girl's underwear? Ranko thought. She
held the duck up to eye level, ever so slightly tightening her grip
on his long thin neck. "Well, Mousse, I think we need some clothes."
She paused for a moment as her aroma assaulted her sense of smell.
"And a nice hot bath for all of us, got any ideas?"
"That's for sure. I wonder where it went." The chef fingered her
empty {bandolier : bandoleer}. She felt naked without her weapons.
All of her spatulas were stuffed into her suitcase that was in the
cargo hold since they wouldn't allow her to carry anything that
remotely looked like a weapon as a carry-on.
Spoilsports.
The sound of the landing gear being deployed filled the cabin. Akane
shifted in her seat as her martial arts senses alerted her to
something strange. "Did you hear that?"
Ukyou too thought she heard something. "Did someone just scream?"
I'd been wondering if this was the same plane.
He re-read the passage on the creature he was going to bring into
this world. The demon would do his bidding as long as his glyphs were
in place and once the task was complete, the creature would go back
to hell. Hikaru made an evil laugh. That bully Saotome was going to
finally pay for humiliating him {for : by} not allowing him to beat
him up with his "One Punch" battle armor and making Akane {only want
to date : want to date only} him tomorrow thanks to some magical
paper dolls.
Was everything ready? Full moon? Check. Glyphs properly drawn? Check.
Sacrifice ready? He opened a small picnic cooler and found the
thawed whole chicken he had purchased at the grocery store. Check.
Incantations memorized. "Klatuu, Barada, Nikto!" Check. Stuff he
stole from {mom : Mom}. Check. Candles on his head? Drat.
Author's Notes: Please review my story. It makes me feel oh so happy
and keeps me from selling you to the gypsies.
Sob. Last time they wouldn't take me.