Ok this is a new story I made up while me sister was totally ticking me off...My friend said to write a sickeningly sweet story about princesses and stuff. Then, for the ending, DESTROY IT ALL. So...I told her I. can't. write. happy. stories. (read anything I've written and theres your proof). But, she said "Like a story about happy bunnies in a nice green field. Then, you punch the bunnies head so it caves in then drop a bomb on the field." (Swear she has nothing against animals or bunnies. Unless your Tinker, her little sis's cat...in which case she thinks your a stalker set on killing her. Or she being mega paranoid). So, from the Bunnies, it reminded me of the nursery rhyme and Voila! You have this story...

So yeah...thats the story of how this strange thing came to play...Hope you guys enjoy it!!

"Little bunny FooFoo hopping through the forest, picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head. Down came the good fairy and she said, 'Little bunny Foofoo, I don't want to see you, picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head. I'll give you three more chances."


Amber lived a perfect life. Her parents loved her, her sister was away at Harvard University and she was getting good grades. She was the most popular girl in the entire school, had the perfect clothes and perfect friends. She lived the fairy tale life. Too bad real fairy tales don't end with a happily ever after…


"Look at the freak," Amber said on the school grounds, before morning bell. "What are you reading, freak," she said in a mocking voice with her friends surrounding her.

"Let me see," she said to the girl sitting by the tree, engulfed in her book.

Amber ripped it out of the girls hands. "Hey," the girl yelled, getting seriously pissed at Amber for taking it."

"Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer," Amber said in a mocking voice again.

"I said, give it back," the girl said again, reaching for the book.

"Nuh-ah, you can't have this yet. I've decided to read it," Amber said with a fake smile to the girl.

Amber opened the book and began to read. "Prologue. I'd never given much thought to how I would die," Amber paused, then, looking at the girl. "What kind of crap are you reading? 'I'd never given much thought to how I would die'? What freaking type of book is this?" Amber asked the girl.

"It's a romance!" The girl said, defending it with all her might.

"Some romance. Here, let me save you the trouble of reading this piece of shit," Amber said again, before grabbing the top of the page that she had just read, and began to rip it out. The girl looked ready to cry.

"No! Give me back my book! I got that signed by the author," she said, crying openly.

"Oh, what this?" she asked, turning to the front of the book until she found the page that had the author's signature. "Well, I won't rip the signature, I promise."

Amber grabs that page and rips it down the middle, destroying the signature. "Whoops," Amber said in a falsely nice voice.

"No! You did not just rip the signature!" the girl said, fury clear in her eyes, rather than the sadness.

"I'm so sorry," Amber said in a mean voice. "Here," she says, handing the girl the ripped signature page.

"I don't see why you're so concerned about this. It's a piece of shit," she said again, looking at the book like its dung.

"Here," she said, grabbing lots of pages at a time, and ripping. You could see the girl cringe at hearing the pages rip.

Before the pages were completely ripped off, the girl attacted Amber, elbowing her in the gut, then grabbing her book. Once she had her book, she quickly bent down to pick up the one fallen page, before running down the street, off school property.

"Hey!" Amber's friends screamed at her.

A few football players ran after her, chasing her down the street, ignoring the teachers that we chasing them.

They saw her turn the corner on the street just past the school, but when they looked down the street, she was no where in sight, with not a place to hide.

"Little bunny FooFoo hopping through the forest, picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head. Down came the good fairy and she said, 'Little bunny Foofoo, I don't want to see you picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head. I'll give you three more chances," Amber heard from all around her, sung by a little girl.