Bad Fairy (#poem) A little fairy called last night when no one was about, She set my Christmas tree alight and never put it out. Now had it been any tree, I wouldn't really care, But it was made of P.V.C and melted everywhere.

I have a rank of 975 and because I'm new here, I don't know if that's a low and or a high rank. Please help me?

Actions, Can Influence There once was a girl, with curly brown hair. She went to a special school but her behavior was quite rare. She would put tacks on her teacher's stool, And pour paint in the high school pool! She would put fire crackers in the kitchen, And the cooks would be angry with her! Now, the principal got fed up, And invited her parents to his house for supper. After which, they had him over, And he sat on the couch, and he soon said ouch! And he pulled a tack from his rear. "Listen here! What is this joke!" He said quite angrily. "We do so for company!" The father says happily. He went to the medicine chest to get a band aid, And a loud POP blew up in his face! "This is unacceptable!" He would yell, then rush to the restroom. He got some water to wash off the soot, and he then saw in the mirror, His face was bright green for he had not seen, The green paint in the sink. --------------------------------- Younger ones will act due to older ones behaviors.

Deploy -Chapter 1- Milo, an average man, eight-teen years of age, has received a letter from the TTA, Terrorist Tracker Association. For a moment, he thought they were pulling his leg, but soon after, realized they weren't. The number he was to call on the letter was in the Green Pages phone book. 'Call Cynthia Meyers at 296-4620.' There was no area code, so he figured it would be reasonable to call it plainly. The phone on the other end rang, and rang, and rang. Then a man's voice finally said, "TTA, if you are a select few, enter in your given code." Then, a static came. Milo looked below the given number and there was a three digit code. "Please dial code." The voice spat again. Milo dialed each number and found the ringing noise on the other end again. "Cynthia Meyers." A woman's voice rang loud and clear. "Yes, I received a letter." Was all Milo said. He was biting his lip anxiously. The woman chuckled. "You must be Milo Eberhart." "Yes ms." "I've been waiting for you to call!" The woman sounded cheery and spirited. "You will be visited tomorrow by My good friend Geofry." "Who's Geofry, Ms? "He will tell you why you reviewed the letter, of course! And what it's about too." After ten minutes of brief talk, the two hung up. The questions loomed in Milo's head. Why had he been chosen? What was this letter really supposed to tell him? For the next few hours he read the letter over and over. His thoughts remained blank. He did not know what to do. He soon found himself getting into bed. Soon, Milo was awoken by a knock at his apartment door. He jumped up and pulled some pants on before answering. "Hello Mr. Eberhart." A man said. He was dressed professionally and he was an older man. "Uh, are you Geofry?" "Why yes I am. Please address me as Mr. Anderson." He was stern and was very proper. "May I come in?"