When I first walked out of school I was feeling pretty good. A breeze was blowing, my looks were as good as ever and the angles were singing. Since Mom was gone and Dad was at work, I was getting a ride home with a friend. I walked to the place where I was supposed to meet him...then I walked up and down the parking lot...I still couldn't find him. Then it all came rushing in on me, I had been forgotten. All of a sudden the breeze turned into a harsh wind, my face broke out into a thousand pimples and someone in the angelic choir went flat.
Calling my father from work and having him give me a ride crossed my mind, but being the vain young man that I am, I decided to walk. Walking the two miles home couldn't take that long could it? Well guess what it did. I walked home, and on the way home I was hit by a car, mugged three times and had a pit bull latch onto my foot. When I got home I kicked off the pit bull, popped my shoulder back into place and wrote this post. Oh and I just found a blister on my heel. Things could and just did get worse.
The End
Disclaimer: Some parts of this post may have been exaggerated.


