I'm a thirteen year old girl, who likes making Blogs. Mainly, my blogs will be about simple things. But as I mature, they'll become more complicated. Anyhow, good bye.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Adventure Outside At Night
Boredom, always strikes me at my weakest points. Of course, due to an effect of boredom, I decided to go outside with nothing to guide me but my glow-in-the-dark sword. At four in the morning. I was completely oblivious at what I was doing, and had no idea that I was going to get into a shit-load of trouble. As I was saying, as I paraded around the park that was a block away from my house, I happened to hear noises. Strange noises. The kind of noise you'd hear in a scary movie when someone is about to attack you. But I let it go as some wind or a rabbit, whatever. Continuing my parade of screaming and crashing into tress, this time, I hear something near me. Not in a bush five hundred feet away, right behind me. Grabbing my sword, and going into the mess of leaves, branches and other things, I investigated the area. I expected some monster to come out and eat my face, like in the movies I see too much. Being as oblivious and retarded as I am, I didn't care, for I continued to act like an idiot. Not noticing the person coming up behind me, I turned around in circles, until I did. With an astonished look on my face, I threw my sword at this "person". Realizing that my sword is useless, I began to scream and panic, causing my to run away from this pedophile that is out for my brains. Waking up almost the whole neighborhood, I looked back. The "person" hadn't moved, not one inch. I picked up a stick, considering it to be as useful as a gun, I approached the person. With all my strength and not looking to see what I was hitting, I hit this person as hard as I could. I felt my stick connect with flesh, and I opened my eyes. The person that was supposedly after my brains, was actually a tree, and the flesh my stick connected with was actually my dad. How did I know? He was laying on the ground, holding his crotch. Never again did I return to that park. But that's how I got back at my dad for not buying me that toy :D
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