OH NOOOO!!You just realized that your homeroom teacher is an escaped serial killer!!!!
" Where the **** is my backpack?????" you yell at your
little brother.
" Pay me $50 bucks, or your Social Studies homework is
history!!!" he yells back at you.
You pounce on him knocking him off balance. Then you run to his room
and get his prized ball of lint.
" I'll give you till the count of three:" you growl. "
....one...two.."
" Nooo!!! Not my prize winning absolutely awesome seven year old
ball of lint!!!!!!" your little brother squeaks. " I'll do
anything!! ANYTHING!!!"
You toss the ball up and down. " Gimme back my backpack!!!"
"Alright Alright!!" he sobs. " I'll get your
backpack!!" Halfheartedly he trudges up the stairs. Five seconds
later he comes back.
You make your little brother wait, untill you've checked off all the
items in your backpack.
"...Textbooks...check...stink bomb...check...moldy
orange..check...Homework..check....Homework from last
September....check... Field trip money...hey I was looking for
that!!...check.Lunch..ewwww!!...check...the ultimate girl's guide to
kick guy's butts in football....double check.... and at last..a
nuclear warhead that I swiped from the Smithsonian!!!!!
You give your little brother back his precious lint ball, grab your
gym shorts, stuff down some french toast and race off to
school.....
It all began on one quiet day.....
