Just a story I worte for English class today. Here it is.
Another boring day, a school day he mused to himself as he got into the bus that took him to school during workdays. But let’s go back to before this event. The person in question got up in the morning like always and went to answer nature’s call. He washed his face and as he looked in the mirror he concluded that he needed to shave. So he foamed up, took out his razor and began shaving. Somewhere near the end of the final stroke he cut himself. It’s happened before he thought so he stuck some toilet paper on the cut and walked out to get dressed. He thought he’d skip breakfast and get something to eat near the bus station. He bought himself a doughnut and as he brought it up to take a bite out of it, it slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. He picked it up and threw it in the bin, as he went to buy another one but the bus had arrived. He climbed aboard and he sat on his usual seat, but with a slight difference the seat in front of him was broken. So it kept on falling toward him, he could sleep in the bus. He couldn’t believe his luck, what rotten luck he though. As the bus sped its way toward the school, he looked at his binder and realized that he didn’t do his mathematics homework. So he took out the pen he had in his pocket, uncapped it and as he started to write the pen ran out of ink. “Aww nuts” he thought “I’ll do it in P&B class.” The bus got to school late so he missed the most of the P&B class and math was next. He finished his math homework in the nick of time and gave it to the teacher, but she said that the homework need not be handed in. After class he told what kind of person his math teacher was, he was pretty “descriptive”. His friends told him that at least he practiced how to do problems like the ones in his homework and that his work wasn’t completely useless. This tranquilized his anger with the teacher in question and he felt better. During his next class, Chinese he read the stories due for a later class. But the school director passed by the classroom and saw him read the book he was reading. The director entered and told him to hand over the book and go outside for a chat. After a while his friend asked permission to go to the lavatory, in truth he wanted to ascertain his friend’s fate. They bumped into each other as he was coming into the classroom. After his friend got back he inquired as to what happened. He started cursing the teacher and the director, calling him this and that and so on. His friend tried to calm him but in futile attempt “Fortuna is not with you today my friend.” Fortuna was the Roman goddess of fortune and happiness. He concluded that a different tactic was needed so he said “You got owned!” This lifted his spirits and calmed him down. Two classes passed without incident and he exclaimed that his luck was changing do the better. He didn’t realize that this was the calm before the storm. Lunch was next and he and his friend decided to go to McDonalds. They haven’t been to McDonalds, the five of them together in a long time. This brought back memories and he started telling his friends about his many cousins and relatives back in the States, Stories about camping and field trips. He has some cool cousins, they concluded. The food they ate at McDonalds weighed heavily in their bellies and factored in with the Sun made them sleepy. One of them said that they should hurry up or they will be late for class, but the response he got was unfavorable so he increased his speed and jogged to school. He continued to talk about past events and the people that left the school. The next class was IT and he was late for class but only for a few minutes, still the teacher scolded him. This was a sign that the pause of the bad luck was over. He and his friends played a game called Liero during the class and this helped ease him into his normal passiveness. But this would eventually spell the day’s bad end. After IT the last two classes were a double PE lesson. PE was boring if and only if there was no boxing. He loved to box and would often box with a person who has a lot of hair, I mean like an afro like rainforest on his head. No body got hurt during these sparring matches, besides they boxed together on Saturdays. This time however there was no boxing, only soccer. The soccer teacher who said that there was a test today made his class run a lap and then play a forty five minute game of soccer, where he judged each student based on their performance. It was awfully hot outside and he didn’t want to play soccer in the heat, but the teacher insisted. After the run and some time into the game some student slid (called a sliding tackle) and tackled away the ball form him. He tripped on the guy’s foot and fell. This set him off and nothing could stop him. He complained to the teacher saying that it was an illegal move and that a free kick be awarded. But the teacher said that it was legal and that he was tackled from the side while he had possession over the ball. This time he didn’t calm down and with revenge in his mind. With his target in sight, he had become the avatar of anger, rage and fury.
So he went on a rampage and kill everyone. :mihailhatesu:
Wanna go Double Dutch?
9th December 2003
Didn't they teach you to use (sub) paragraphs? ;)
Großadmiral DönitzDidn't they teach you to use (sub) paragraphs? ;)
My point too. Do you not know how hard it is to read without paragraphs?
I ctrl+c and ctrl+v it from word and it was posted in this form, sorry. The end is acctually a clifhanger.