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Post by { P A R K E R lewis on Apr 6, 2008 12:51:34 GMT -5
Writing portfolio crap.
I ran into English class, first period, that morning and even though it was the middle of April and the weather was nice out, I was red in the face and I was barely able to breathe from running so fast. She whipped around in the middle of attendance and glared daggers at me. My heart dropped. Of course Ms Nason wouldn't let me get away with being tardy, not even once, what was I thinking. I obviously wasn't thinking at all. Well that stunk, and now I had to convince her that, even though I didn't have a pass and she didn't have a heart that I was late for a perfectly legitimate reason. Her slits of eyes narrowed even further, a nonverbal implication. She was asking me why I was late, but without asking. Well, this had never even crossed my mind; I always knew that if we were late for Nason's class she'd hang us by our toenails so I made it a point to never be late. But now I was and I didn't know what to say. I had simply overslept but if I told her that, she would cackle like the evil woman she was and send me straight to Mr. Wright's office and I would be dead meat. So I had to make up an excuse and that's what I did… I stared into the eyes of the beast and opened my mouth to speak.
"I know I'm late, Ms Nason, just let me explain. Oh wow, did I mention that you look fabulous today? And I'm not just saying that. You really do. That top is amazing and those jeans make you look so thin! And don't even get me started on those shoes. Anyway, back to why I'm late. You'll never believe this but it's what really happened. I woke up and all of the clothes in my closet were drenched in pineapple juice! They were all sticky and I couldn't wear any of them. So I knew I had to wash them. So I scooped them all up and I couldn't even see in front of me. On the way to my door, I tripped on my brothers light saber and my foot hurt really badly. I figured I could fix my foot once I put the laundry in. So I went to open my door, and it was locked. Can you believe that?! So I banged on it and yelled for about twenty minutes and it finally woke up my mom and she came and opened my door. So I grabbed up all the clothes again and ran down the stairs so fast on my hurt foot, that I tripped. I dropped the clothes everywhere. So I picked them all up and continued down the stairs, even though my foot was probably bleeding or something for all I knew, because I couldn't see it since the laundry was so huge. So I got to the laundry room and put the laundry in the washer and I slipped when I was pouring in the detergent. I was pretty sure I put in the right amount. So I kept going to the bathroom to fix up my foot. It was fine so I put an ace bandage on it and did my make up. Then I poked myself in the eye on accident with my eyeliner and as soon as I did that, I heard my mom yelling. So I walked out into the hall by the laundry room, my eye all red and crying, and I immediately slipped right onto my back and fell. Apparently I put too much detergent in the wash and it overflowed. Oh well, these things happen sometimes I guess. But especially to me it seemed this morning. But anyway. I got up and fixed the laundry and mopped up the laundry room and my clothes were in the dryer while I did that. Once I'd finished, I went to get shoes and do my hair. When that was done, so were the clothes, so I pulled pants and a shirt on and grabbed a pop tart and got in my moms car. We were driving and we were almost at school, and I was so excited because I got to go to your class, which is my favorite. But then I heard this horrible scratching noise against the window so I looked out the glass and I screamed. It was like a tornado. I turned to my mom and she looked at me and went, it isn't a storm, look they're furry. I looked back out and sure enough, there was fur and little claws against the window. It was a rabid flock of chinchillas attacking my mom's car. One got in the engine and the car stopped going. I couldn't even see the school! My mom looked at me and told me the only way I would make it to class is if I jumped out and ran all the rest of the way. I objected because I was having a good hair day but she said it was the only way. So on the count of three, I opened the door and jumped out. I jumped and rolled onto the ground, like ninjas do. Then as soon as I got up, I ran. I got to school and saw that the chinchillas had already attacked the attendance office. The sign on the door said "Do not enter on account of chinchillas. No passes issued. No exceptions." So I figured I would just go to class and here I am. I'm sorry I'm late, Ms Nason."
And you know what, she believed every word of it.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 6, 2008 12:57:28 GMT -5
that. was. so. COOL  I hope those aren't real teacher's names, they might get lary x] very funny |
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Post by { P A R K E R lewis on Apr 6, 2008 12:59:02 GMT -5
they are the real names cause its a school assignment.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 6, 2008 13:00:17 GMT -5
oh god XD
still cool 8]
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Post by reagan swan;; on Apr 6, 2008 13:00:26 GMT -5
It was a rabid flock of chinchillas attacking my mom's car.
aha. thats really good lix (:
made me laugh well loads.
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Post by { P A R K E R lewis on Apr 6, 2008 13:02:52 GMT -5
yay~
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