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Goldilocks? Yeah, I knew her, she would always sit in the back of the class back by the window and stare outside the entire day. She wouldn't ever tell me what she was looking at, but one thing that I admired in her was that every time the teacher would ask her a question she would turn and answer it completely correct. With her like she was, I wouldn't really call what we had between us a friendship, she felt more like a teacher when I was with her, incredibly intelligent for the ten years that she had behind her. Even her strength was actually quite amazing, she loved to tell me that she was practicing japanese animal wrestling and how she would go out in the forest behind the school to practice. She never let me come when she did that, she said that it was more effective if she practiced alone, but she always told me about the things that happened to her while she was practicing. Most of the time the experience would be quite boring, like the time that she found a rock that looked like a foot. Although, one of those times does stand out, it was the time that she happened upon a little house right in the middle of a clearing deep within the forest. Normally this wouldn't have surprised her at all, but this house was different, this house was huge! Compelled to curiosity by the biggish size, she went to the door to examine it. I assume that no one was home because she never said that anyone tried to stop her. After opening and hefting the door back and forth a couple of times, she quickly became interested in the hallway doors just inside. The first one opened up into a kitchen, but just like the house, this wasn't a normal kitchen. The table rose well over her head and the three chairs, which she said were shaped more like huge tree stumps than chairs, were arranged around it. After she had lifted herself onto the biggest one she peered over the top of the table to find three bowls of oatmeal. She must have been hungry because she said that she tested the first two with her finger and then after finding the third one just right she quickly consumed it. I never was quite sure why she felt like she could just go in and give herself the liberty to do all that, maybe it's just me. She did tell me that everything in the house seemed to be of three sizes, small, medium and large yet she was quick to say that the small was much larger than our large, I can only imagine how big that would be. Anyway, after consuming the oatmeal, she went to the next door in the hallway. She did have quite a problem with the doorknob on that one, but she got it open and found it to be what resembled a front room. Three chairs were huddled around a rather largish tv. She didn't spend much time in that room because she broke the smaller of the chairs after examining it and wanted to move on to the rest of the house anyway. She found a staircase at the back of the hallway that led to the second floor, where she found three beds, once again of the differing sizes. I think that the oatmeal had finally gotten to her, because she quickly found the most comfortable bed and went to sleep. What comes after she would never be very specific about, even though I asked her many times what happened next. She would simply smile and show me one of the three bear skin coats that she had at home. The funny thing is that the coats were of the same three sizes as everything in that house in the forest so I wonder if she found them there, but I am not really sure. A while after we both finished school and had gone our separate ways, she wrote to tell me how she had opened up her own dojo at the bottom of some japanese mountain, and that she was still practicing that japanese wrestling stuff, she is still quite the amazing person!
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this is very good, jeremy, you did a very good job! one question, why?
yes very interesting

People can live for a long time on a GOOD COMPLIMENT.
Hold on; hold fast; hold out. Patience is genius.
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I did this for an english assignment, and I liked what I came up with so much that I completely rewrote it and published it here. Hope everybody likes it ![]()
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I knew her, she always sat at the back of the room at school staring out the window. I still don't know what she looked at, she never would say, but whenever the teacher asked her a question or tried to catch her off guard she would turn to face the teacher and answer correctly every time. I was the only one she would talk to, even though we really didn't talk much, but one thing that she did mention was the time she went into the forest behind the school to practice japanese animal wrestling. To this day I still have no idea what that was but what followed was the stranger part anyway. As she was walking through the forest looking for potential oopponents, her words for it anyway, she happened on a house, pretty but simple. She mentioned that the doors on the front and back were rather large and that was what begged exploration. She went up to the house to investigate and finding the doors unlocked, quickly found that it wasn't just the doors that were large. Everything was. What appeared to be a kitchen was the first door on the left, it was furnished with a super large table and instead of chairs had huge tree stumps of varying sizes. She noted that the sizes were large, medium, and small, yet the small was larger than our normal large so I am not sure how big they were. After examining the stumps or chairs or whatever they were she mounted herself on the tallest and peered over the table edge, which to her was still quite high even after getting on the chair. But as she looked over the edge she found three bowls of oatmeal. She must of been hungry because she tested each bowl's temperature with her finger and quickly consumed the smallest one, which must have been suitable for her. Fastly growing more interested, probably because of the food, she went to explore the next door in the hallway. With everything so big the next door caused a bit of a problem for her, but if the weirdness of a house in the middle of the forest wasn't enough to send her elsewhere, neither would a stubborn door, she did finally manage it, and found three chairs huddled around a largish tv. Finding the larger two uncomfortable and somehow managing to break the last and smalles she moved on to the next door which led to a staircase to the second floor. I think the oatmeal got to her or something because she said she found the most comfortable bed and went to sleep. She wouldn't ever be specific about how she got woke up, but she did like to say that it was rather productive practice-wise. Whatever that meant, but from that day on she loved to show off three bear skin coats which she has kept till this day. I haven't seen her for a while, but I hear that she has a dojo by some japanese mountains.
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