Ok, ok, so the new promt is....

A Question mark! 

you can take this however you like, I don’t really know where I’m going with this,  just thought it might be interesting. ;p

Can I join in?

In! I hope LB's notes will help... *Nervous laugh*

A question mark, you say? *Scribbles a note* well then. I sort of have something in mind. I'll get back to this when I can :)

Does this work?

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“Oh, look at the the pretties!” A woman exclaimed. The man with her rolled his eyes.

“WIll you please stop talking about weapons like you would fancy jewelry?” He asked, “Those are going to kill a lot of people.”

When the man looked up, however, the woman had an assault rifle in her hand, stroking it like she would a kitten.

“Isn’t she wonderful?” The woman breathed. The man just sighed. This woman was hopeless.

“Do you know the plan?” He asked, trying to pull the woman away from the weapons. It didn’t work.

Still looking greedely at the table full of knives and rifles, the woman replied breezily. “Of course!”

The man waited, saying nothing. This time, the woman sighed and reluctantly laid the assault rifle carefully onto the table.

“Walk into the modern art museum an hour before closing, and find a storage closet to hide out in. wait in it until midnight, being careful not to move or make any sound. At exactly midnight, sneak quietly out of the closet and head straight for the giant painting of the abstract question mark. Exactly ten minutes after midnight, set up the small bomb behind the painting. Then, get out of the museum as fast as possible. If I run into any security guards, take care of them quietly, quickly, and cleanly, then abort the mission until further instruction.”

The man raised his eyebrows. “And…” He prodded. The woman slumped against the table, pouting.

“And no guns for this mission,” she replied sadly, “Just use the knives.”

The man smiled. “I think your ready. Just remember that the rest of the team will be hiding in the warehouse across the street” He told the woman, handing her a small bundle of pre-picked knives, “and remember, don't leave for twenty minutes after I do”. After that, the man turned and walked away. The woman smiled at the mans back off in the distance.

“Thank you. You have been a huge help,” she whispered to herself. Twenty minutes later, she too walked away.

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On September 21, 2005, local terrorist group, the Hornets, were caught and arrested. Undercover officer Janet Burningham reported the next planned attack after posing as an independent assassin and getting hired by the terrorists to bomb the local modern arts museum. No further information has been released to the public at this point.  

top! If this is still alive, then my story is due in three days... *hastily grabs notebook*

Posting... Soonish...? 

Sierra frowned at her blank canvas. A wet paintbrush hung limply in her hand, black paint dripping onto her already color-splattered jeans. Mr. Dlya, the art teacher, came up behind her and studied the off-white surface. "What's this? The coffee's cream? An apartment's rental shade? A swatch of bridal dress fabric?" 

"Haha, very funny," she said. "What am I supposed to paint again?"

He hummed at her. "Whatever you want. What do you feel represents you? Let your emotions spread across the canvas." After this vague statement he gave her a wink and walked off, going over to inspect another student's work. 

Sierra looked around at the art around her. A boy bobbing his head to whatever deafening music was coming from his headphones had slashes of neon green paint across his canvas with unintelligible words scrawled across it in a darker forest shade. A girl reapplying her lipstick had every inch of her painting in some shade of blue, a band logo standing out on top. Another girl had twisted herself into a pretzel and was using her toes to drag the paintbrush across her sunrise scene.

But what should she paint? She bit her lip. Why was this so hard?  How did everyone else know what to do? Would anyone stop to look at her painting the way they paused to admire the great works of Renaissance artists? The world was full of so many questions. Then she brightened. 

When Mr. Dyla came around again, Sierra's canvas was painted black, with only one source of color in the middle. Filled in with all the colors of the rainbow, a question mark stood out amid the dark surroundings. He sucked in a breath. "Sierra, this is beautiful! How did you come up with such an idea?"

Sierra smiled. "I just painted what I was feeling. I let my emotions spread across the canvas."

???

I twirl around gracefully, eyes closed and arms outstretched. I hum a tune, alone in the ballroom. Or so I thought.

"I thought you said you can't dance." I stop dancing abruptly, startled. Rowan, my handsome friend, stands in the doorway. His chocolate brown eyes twinkle in the meager light. I blush despite myself.

"I can't. That was me flailing." Rowan laughs, a beautiful sound, and it makes me smile.

???

Sorry, I've got to go. I'll finish it when I get back! 

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I guess?

I stare at the note, not sure I'm reading it right. I glance at Cynthia. She is sitting at the edge of her seat, hanging on to Riley's every word. I read over the whole note again: Pizza night at my place! Mom says you can sleep over. You in? - L.  Then under that: Well, I'm sorta busy, and Riley said she would call me, but... I guess? -C.

"Headbands are so lame," Riley, the most popular girl at our school, whispers loudly to one of her friends. Cynthia blushes embarrassedly and removed her white headband from her messy, tangled white-blonde hair. Then I understand. Cyn, my best friend, is trying to get more popular.

She used to always come over to my place- her parents are a lot more strict then mine, and she thinks my little brother Matthew is cute. We watch movies, do hair, draw- just about my favorite thing ever. I just wish I was better at it. I am so dumbfounded by her reply that I forget that we're in the middle of a math test. 

When I get home, Mom asks why Cynthia isn't with me. I shrug, trying to appear unconcerned.

"She had other things to do," I reply.

~

A week later, Cyn has completely changed. She doesn't like her favorite movies any more, she prefers texting to email, and doesn't like drawing any more. She's also being fashionable- dressing like Riley and her minions in three-quarter length black leggings, revoltingly neon athletic shirts, high, sleek ponytails. I look down at my outfit- my favorite; purple shirt that says If you're reading this right now, then you care about my fasion sense way too much in black letters, jeans, and awesome ankle boots.

Whatever. I have a bigger problem to deal with. 

For the past few days, I've been sitting with Allie, Zoey and Summer at lunch. They're fine, but also very close to each other, and I don't quite fit in with them. Today, however, I see Makayla sitting alone at the end of a table. I've never really talked to her before; she just keeps to herself. But I spot a sketchbook in front of her- she must carry it around with her like I do. I make my decision, then make a beeline for her.

"Hi, Makayla. Can I sit here?"

"Oh! Hi, Liddie. Um, sure you can." I smile and plop down in the seat across from her. She looks at me curiously.

"Why aren't you sitting with Cynthia?" She questions. 

"Oh. 'Cause she ditched me for Riley and her friends," I mumble.

"Oh darn, that sucks," she sympathizes. I nod.

"Yeah. And, I kinda need someone to talk to, because... because my little brother has pneumonia," I reveal. Kayla gasps, then tells me I can talk to her anytime I want. I thank her, then my eyes slide over to her sketchbook. My jaw drops- she's amazing. I ask her if she can teach me how to do some of it, and just like that, we're meeting at the local ice cream shop after school, comparing art styles and favorite ice cream flavors.

So now I have a new best friend, because of a silly headband and a gel pen question mark. Matthew's pneumonia cleared, and life is good.

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... How was that?

Okay, because I'm a horrible person who got swept away in the commencement of school I haven't posted your notes.*hides in shame* BUT I promise to have them posted by the end of Monday.

Also, good job to everyone on their question mark stories! They were all so good.  

OMG GUYS! IM SO SORRY! I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS! Everyone, your stories were amazing. Rogue, if you're not going to finish a story, then don't start it. And then post it. It's a waste of everyone's time. 

Am I judging now? Or should I wait a little longer...?