In english class, we did a writing activity before we left for the weekend. To get into the Halloween spirit, we were given a sheet with sentences called story startes to help us, what else, begin our stories. Never one to be able to take anything serious, my story was most deffently a little goofy. To make it even more awesome, we'd only have 5 minutes to write on our story, and then pass it along to the personon our right. They'd write on it for 5 minutes, and so on. This is the finished outcome:
"what is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then i saw the cauldron full of bubbling purple, liquid, grape jelly. My father was standing over hte cauldron adding in slices of bread, peanut butter, honey, bananas, strawberry jam. ANything and everything that you could think of on a sandwhich was going into that pot. "I'm trying to save time. Instead of having to fix food all day, I'll just drink a cup of this processed sandwhich." That's when I knew I had to get out of there. I headed out the door towards the lake, where I found my mother sitting. "Mom," I complained. "Dad's doing weird stuff in the kitchen again." "Well, whaddya want me to do 'bout it?" she growled. "Oh, I don't know." I snapped back. "Maybe control your husband's culinary excursions into the land of the inedible?" "look kid, I don't care what your father does in the kitchen as long as I get a meanl when I get home." "Ugh, You make me angry!" I yelled. "Then do somethin' about it!" she yelled back. "Fine!" I screamed, and pushed her off the dock into the lake. My dad came out and said, "What are you doing?!" in a high, screechy woman voice. "I just pushed Mum into the lake like a psychopath. What're you going to do about it?" I yelled. He exclaimed, "I will ground you!" "I dare you to try. You wouldn't make it in time before i push you in as well." i said. I walked up to him, trying to be intimidating, and when he didn't move I'd had enough. I told him to go join your wife and threw him in the lake too. After that I began the rest of my day like normal and when the police arrived at school to tell me that my parents has drowned, I acted totally surprised. I mean, nobody could think that poor, little, innocent me could go do such a thing. And, that's how I've been getting away with murder for the last 16 years.
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