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The purpose of this is to see how much you can write within a short amount of time. An online friend and I were discussing this one fan fic, which we felt it could have been written in less than fifteen minutes. It was a horrible cliché Sue fic which basically was an ode to the writer’s character and the relationship with the canon character. Needless to say, it was horrible, and I can’t say which one it was, because I can’t remember. Anyways, we were talking about seeing how much we could write within a certain amount of time so we were going to do writing speed drills, but I was like why keep this to ourselves? So here it is in all its glory.

1. Read the challenge from the last story and decide whether or not you’re up for the challenge.

2. Make a post that you’re accepting the challenge. Once you do this, your fifteen minutes starts.

3. Start typing. It is preferred you type in the box for posting, but typing it in a word program is acceptable so long as you’re able to get it posted in fifteen minutes.

4. Post it. Don’t wait until you’re finished with a sentence. When your fifteen minutes are up, post what you have. It does not matter if you are not finished; this is to see what you can write within the allotted time. Kind of a speed drill.

5. Now that you are finished, it is your turn to issue a challenge to the next person. Be sure that it is PG-13 safe, and please nothing derogatory. It can be specific for a fandom, but not everyone will have heard of it so it is better to make it general. Try not to repeat a previous prompt.

Alright I accept the challenge. LETS DO THIS!!!!! domokun

Ahh! I'm sorry! My computer froze up though half of it and i had to cut it short , so I just posted what I had! But I'm like 10 minutes late! gonk

And I just realized it said "summer fun"... man I'm just messing up aren't I?

Prompt: First day in a new school

Crowded hallways. Gum stuck to everything - the floor, the ceiling, the walls. Marker covering the dented, ugly red lockers that lined every hallway.

Joy, Marissa thought glumly, as she tried to shove her way through the post-first-bell rush of people. It didn't help that she didn't know where she was shoving her way to; her old high school had been small - only one floor - and square. This new school was huge, with nearly eighteen hundred students, and there were at least three floors. Maybe four. Some of the floors split off after only half a staircase, so that there were half-floors and (from what she'd seen yesterday) even quarter-floors. Quarter-floors, she groaned. It was a nightmare to navigate.

"Oh, say can you see, by the Dawn's ear-ly liiiight," she sung under her breath, her Georgia small-town accent turning her national anthem into something that would be unrecognizable by any of the people in this new, strange place. Not that they would have been able to recognize it anyway - how many Canadians knew the American national anthem? Come to think of it, she didn't know the Canadian national anthem, and she was supposed to live here for the next five years.

Someone slammed into her from behind, shoving her forward - and then, when she ran into the people crowding the hall ahead of her, to the side - and into a locker. Her upper arm connected painfully with a lock and she gasped in pain. Around her people complained and swore, and the mill kept moving.

"Sorry," called a deep voice, half-laughing, and she caught a glimpse of someone who could easily have been a foot-ball player before she spotted a gap in the crowd and slipped through it. Before coming to Canada, Marissa had been under the impression that Canadians were supposed to be short - didn't being more compact help against the cold, or something? - but most of the kids she'd been introduced to in classes yesterday had been roughly the size of the guys on her old school's football team.

That was another difference. Football had been the big thing back in her school. Here, all they wanted to talk about was hockey - and rugby. Marissa had gotten so many strange looks when she'd rushed to the window in LA after someone had claimed it was starting to snow.

The hallway was starting to clear, and Marissa took advantage of the opportunity to pull out her map and consult it. She'd gotten pointed in the right directions yesterday, but this new school was so confusing that she didn't have a hope in hell of actually remembering where to go for any of her classes. The map told her that she was supposed to be on the third floor - or was that two-and-a-half? - but it looked like the nearest stairwell only went to the second floor.

The bell rung, and suddenly there was nobody at all in the hall. "Damn it," Marissa swore under her breath. "Damn it!"

Crumpling her map in her hand, she nervously shifted her backpack and cringed. There was only one thing for it - to ask for help. And that meant going and knocking on a

*glomps Eyetk* Considering the time limitation, I'd say that's a good story. XD~ I'm usually bad when it comes to my first draft. That's why I write it on paper first and then transfer it to computer.

Oh and accepted.