Mad Lib (The Awesome Thug)

         It was the school talent show, and I was next. My palms were sweaty and the butterrflies in my stomach were going crazy. Suzy Wormhuhrih began to exit after she pathetically sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I strutted up on stage and sat on the stool. And I began my beautiful cover of A Thousand Miles by Vannessa Carlton.

         "And I need you

          And I miss you

          And now I wonder....

          If I could fall

          Into the sky

          Do you think time

          Would pass me by

          'Cause you know I'd walk

           A thousand miles

           If I could 

           Just see you

           Tonight."

        When I was done I exited the stage and waited on the front row till they announced the winners. While I waited I went to the refreshment table and got some goldfish, fruit snacks, and a whale shaped brownie. I went to the front row and continued cheering on my classmates, but secretly hoping they would fall on their face.

         They finally called all contestants to the front of the stage. We sat there whispering to our friends and waiting till they called out the top four names. "In fourth place, burping the alphabet, Malcom Whithespoon," the principle announced. He handed him his small, scrawny trophy and went to his spot. 

          "In third place, singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Suzy Wormhuhrih." Who knew she would make it to the top four? Well, I guess that's what you get when you're the class pet and bring the teachers an apple every day. How cliche.

         Finally the top two! "Drum roll please," adding a dramatic pause,"in first place Daisy Sumper." And quickly after, "Oh, ya and second to Merisa." OMG, I won, I Daisy Sumper have won the eighth grade talent show. I trampled racing to get my, oh yes, golden keyboard. 

         They handed me my prize and we all went back to our seats. Except me when I sat down I fell backwards and landed straight on my butt. As I gathered my belongings and righted the chair. I secretly looked around cautiously and sat down. 

          As I listened to the teachers give a crappy speech about how it doesn't matter how you did blah, blah, blah, I turned to hear snickers and giggles behind me. I slowly turned to see Bob and his posy laughing and pointed at....me! 

          I immetiatly acted on response and backed up to give them a piece of my mind. And boy did I chew them out. "Don't you have anything better to do then make fun of me and others. Ya, I didn't think so. And another thing I bet you have never fallen and do something embarrassing. Now, why don't you put your finger down or so help." Just before I could finish Mrs. Barku came teetering down the aisle, "Young Lady you need to sit down and be quiet. And guys why don't you move own and witch with them." 

          I sat down silently and some considerably sketchy guys came to replace the boys before them. Now, I did what any normal person would do I leaned back and tried to make them my friends before they could beat me up or put gum in my hair.

         "Hey, what's up my homie G's."

        As they were in the middle of exchanging there leader, person thing shushed them and began to talk, "Don't call us that!" He barked. 

          "Okay, so we cool then!" 

            "Ya, sure." We exchanged some sort of hand shake and then when the show was over we got up and went outside. From then on I became Thug Nasty Cali. 

Blog Challange #7

   Dear Diary, 

        

      Why does my mom marry so many men? I can't stand it, every week I have a new dad. And every Saturday we end up in a funeral home. Now, it's Billy Walker (I wonder when that's gonna end). I am going to take his life away like he and all my other step-daddy's did. They are going to wish they never met my mother. Or me. 

                                                                                 Love, Bella XOXOXOXO

    This is the diary entry Bill Walker found in his sixteen year old step-daughters, Isabella, room. He didn't mean to find it. He was also quite fond of Bella. But, wait I'm getting a head of the story lets back up. 

     Bella had a mom who tended to marry a lot of men, twenty six to be exact. And all of them ended with the husbands dead. This put a lot of suspicions on the mother, but they could never find any evidence to arrest her. Little did they know it was the troubled sixteen year old daughter who made this mischief.

     It had been three days after Bella's Mom's marraige. Bill began to clean the house. He decided to start with Bella's because one, her room was a mess, two, she had been so good lately he wanted to do something extra nice. So, he stepped into Bella's room and began cleaning.

      Five bags of trash, and a made bed later he came to the desk. He began sorting through the endless stacks of books and papers. As he sorted he bumped into the side of the desk and a book fell off. As he bent down to pick it up he saw writing he picked up and couldn't stop himself. 

     As he read his face grew worrisome. He set it down quickly and finished as he walked out he heard footsteps. He changed his face to a smile and greeted Bella. 

     "Hey, Princess how was school?" he asked with a wide grin.

      "Don't call me that," she said with a snarl," and fine."

     "Well, that's good. So, I was thinking of taking you girls out for dinner. What you in the mood for? Mexican, Chinese, burgers, sushi, maybe even some pizza?"

       "Actually I was going to the movies with Ashely, but thanks."

      She walked down the hall and to the door. Just, as quickly as the smile came it faded. His look from when he read the letter came back in a blink of an eye. He sat on the couch and thought, and thought, and thought. He decided he would stay and get along with her, so she wouldn't continue killing her step dads. 

      He went to sleep and woke up the next morning and made pancakes, bacon, and eggs (Bella's favorite). She woke up and trudged her way down the hallway to eat breakfast. When the aroma hit her nose she did a weird smile/ surprised face. She hopped on a stool and gulped down her breakfast and took a swing of juice and skipped down the hallway like a five year old. 

      Bill felt he did good. For the rest of the morning she went around with a smile on her face. He thought he had a chance of not dying. Well, he thought wrong, this just gave her an idea on how to make this an "accident". He took her to school and she went on with her day.

       When she got home she did the oddest thing, she offered to make dinner. She cleaned her room, washed the dishes, and swept/mopped. Odd enough she began to like Bill, she didn't know why, but she didn't feel like she needed to hold a grudge. Maybe this guy was worthy for her Mom. Bella didn't kill Bill. They lived a happy life, her Mom died at the age of eighty-six, and Bill died at eighty-four. Of natural causes of course. Bella never killed another soul and became a lawyer, got married and had two kids. Her killing spree was over and all was good.