So I continue walking down the empty halls of peppy Grandview
Middle, and I think to my self, "What am I going to do when I get home?
Am I going to plan my next draft of my story? Am I going to create fake
characters by using a device called Free Realms? Am I going to make it
home?"
Panic trickles into my body. What if I
don't make it home? What if my stepmother, Lisa will be making boiled
cabbage and roasted penguins and waiting for me to come home? Ugh, I am such a worry-wort. Why should I be worrying about things that only happen on television?
"It's
not like I'm getting tailed or anything", I thought. Why am I so
afraid? Why do I have this outrageous hunch something bad's about to
happen?
I hate roasted penguins, what was I thinking? I want to be tailed, I want to have a more adventurous life! I could just imagine it, being taken away in a ninja-women's pick-up trick.
Suddenly, I saw a silhouette of a ninja emerging inside the school. She was walking toward my locker.
I felt her hard gloves clutch my arms. She thrust me into some truck.
That's when everything went black.
I regretted my wish by a million that moment, and I was almost craving roasted penguin.
I almost missed Lisa.
Almost.
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