School Certificate and how it BURNS MY LIFE!

Enjoy this post.
For it will be my last.
For days I have contemplated whether I should break this to you...and then I realised only Dana and Lorraine, that I know of, read this anyway and they see me at school.
So Yer.
I'm probably not going to be here for about a week as I have this small exam thing called a School Certificate. You may of heard of it.
ITS BURNING MY LIFE.

But anyway.
Seeing as for English we are probably going to have to do something along the lines of Creative Writing...I will include just a bit of mine in here.
I think its crapola and I could probably do tonnes better, but hey.
Wolverine was on my television screen only mere hours ago and I think my brain was starved of air from the hyperventilating.
I mean, hello! WOLVERINE! and PYRO!.
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Enjoy this piece of crap.
Until another time.
PEACE OUT!
-dyz_./

She was a dainty being, with thin but healthy hands clasping her trenchcoat. She ran past, obviously in a hurry to meet a deadline. Just that small gestrure had send his mind into a whirlwind. All his senses were suddenly invading and he did not even mind. Mysterious was the only word to describe her at that moment from what his eyes took in. They way she held her trenchcoat showed her reclusive side. She did not enjoy having her mind probed and she especially did not like people trying to find out what ghosts she had to deal with. Her scent was confusing. Sweet smelling of some perfume made from an exotic flower probably somewhere on the coast of a beach or tropical rainforest humanity had left alone for the most part. That was not all. The scent also mingled, drifted along with the familiar smoke of a freshly stubbed out cigarette, a clove one, if his nose did not fail him. She had hardly make a sound as she had dashed past except a quiet pardon for knocking into him. Her voice mimicked her scent. Soft, but with an underlying tone of honesty and seemed to have the audacity to speak her mind. Her touch was not as gentle as the rest of her had been, but then again, she had just ran right into him and did not touch him again to portray her apologies.
As for taste... Well that would have been too much to hope for.

Crap, isn't it? Haha Let me know.
Whoever actually reads this crap that oozes out of my brain...
-dyz_./