Ok so i used to draw these comics about a girl who was easily distracted and a squirrel who constantly saved her life from a masked guy who wants to kill her. Now I suck really bad at drawing so these people and squirrel dont have mouths and neither did my art projects. (thats how i came up with the title) Im only writing these because TB said i dont have enough stuff on my movellas, so i decided to write the UNSPOKEN comics in journal entry form from Wanted's point of view.


2. Toxic Waste

Remember when I told you how people usually don't like me. Well, I'm only 12 and they lock me out of the school every time I try to come in. Hurtful much. Anyway I took it upon my responsibility to try and learn, so today as part of my non existant teaching plan I decided to go to on a feild trip to the art museum. All I had to do was put on a hat and sunglasses to get past security. Once inside I walked downstairs and upstairs looking for escape routes. I'm very paranoid when it comes to unfamiliar buildings. I walk towards to abstract art and begin recording the information. I try to stay serious, but alot of abstract art is really lines, colors, and paint sploches in random places. I mean it looks like it was painted by a monkey. Anyway I hear Sparky's scurrying in my backpack and let him out. (security guys are pretty stupid, but always seem to notice animals). I go over to paintings of flowers and  other natural scenes these paintings actually make sence to me. Doesn't it make more sense to paint something beautiful like nature rather than color splotches. All of a sudden Mask Man shows up trying to sneak behind me. That idiot thinks I can't see him take a metal container out of his bag, but I can see him. I'm just ignoring him because I'm trying to work. Then I see him take the lid off the container no longer focusing on my paper. Most likely something to kill me with, I thought. I was right. I may not be book smart, but I'm pretty familiar with every sort of weapon and torture device known to man. So it wasn't hard for me to figure out what was in that container, toxic waste. Although I'm not sure what kind. There are actually many kinds that have many different purposes that range from, being able to burn through anything the millisecond it comes in contact with it's surface to only killing the victim when consumed. Some are ororless and tasteless and some you can detect from miles away. This one is obviously not burning through the containment jar, so that calms me a little. I try to see the substance, but instead see him trip and fall over his untied shoes. Moron, I thought. Then I see the contents spilling the unsealed jar. It is a thick and orangy-yellow gel, sort of looks like honey. I see Sparky run towards the janitor's closet and come back rolling a mop across the floor with his nose. I grab it and soak up the goo. I still didn't know what it was suposed to do, all I knew was that I wanted revenge for ruining my learning expeienced, so I stuck the mop on his head while he was kneeling on the floor recovering from the fall. He started to run aroud the hall like a maniac and knocked over a statue along the way. Guards came running, so I grabbed Sparky and placed him on my shoulder, then darted towards the fire exit, but not before turning to see a patch of skin on Mask Man's head starting to blister. My eyes showed undeniable satisfaction. We ran to our little home/hole and ate a can of beans and bacon, before settling down for the night. Just another average day in my crazy mixed up life.

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