Little Toy
RIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
“See you tomorrow!” the teacher tells us. Ok, fine, I will see you tomorrow, just let me get out of here!
I run outside like a crazed boy – which more or less describes my current situation. I am so, SO eager to go back home. I just have to THIS INSTANT!!!
I look around searching for the guy who is going to pick me up. What’s his name, what’s his name…
“Kinan time to go! We are late,” he says.
Where IS he?! Oh THERE he is! I run towards the school gate. I mean, of course, where ELSE will he be?
“Hi, quick, home,” I give my direct orders.
“We must pick up your sister and mom from school too,” he disregards my plea.
“But do it quiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick,” I cry, begging him. I HAVE to go home NOW!!!
God, he drives so slowwwwwwww. UnbeLIEvable!! It is like he is driving on an egg shell or something. GOD!
“HURRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!” I yell. What IS wrong with him?!
“I am trying my best! I want to go home too!” he says back. Yeah, right, who cares if YOU want to go home? I am the one who should go home first!
I try my best for the next 20 minutes to keep my temper but I CAAAAAAAAAAN’T. I have to GOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOME.
We finally get to their stupid school. Where ARE they? Everyone is wearing the same stupid dress. Stupid schools and stupid dress.
“COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNN,” I scream. I can already tell that no one wants me to go home. God hates me. He really does. It must be because I ate that Kit Kat that I wasn’t supposed to. It HAD to. That’s IT. I am NOT eating chocolate EVER again.
“Hi Kinan,” mom and sis say when they come in.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” I yell at the guy who is driving.
“KINAN BEHAVE!” my stupid mom screams. Oh God I cannot believe what an idiot she is.
We FINALLY arrive home. Open the STUPID dooooooooooooooooooor. My mom opens the door. She is sloooooooooooooow. I rush into the house and take off my shoes and throw them across the room.
“Kinan how many times have I told you - ” I didn’t hear the rest because I am already upstairs. I fly into my room
There it is.
My Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle figurine.
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Angelo mumbled on April 17th, 2008 at 11:28 am
And here I am, thought you had an upset stomach or something. But it seems you negelcted the most important thing to tell us.
Who’s your favorite turtle? You strike me as a Donatello person.