Welcome to: KK's korner
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Today's topic: Read the title, dumb @$$!
Let's see here... sometimes it's like my friends and I live in a plastic bubble, where nothing can go wrong. Well, apparently, the world isn't a plastic bubble. See, here's the story...
Chapter 1:
Very annoying mother makes me get tested for the gifted class, with a PSYCHIATRIST. You have noooooooooo idea how much I hate those people. So, after a 3 hour test (still not done -_- ) I finish. Soon as I'm off school grounds, I whip out my celly and call Mom. Our conversation is as follows:
Me: Mom, I hate those psycho-analisys people.
Her: I know, but you need to apply yourself to get into a good college.
Me: You realize I have, like, six (Technically less than this, I didn't feel like doing MORE math) years 'till I have to care about that crap, right?
Her: Sure, sure...
Me: (oh shit face) Screw it, I'm going to *Insert name here*'s house. See ya later!
*snap close cell phone*
Chapter 2:
I go to my friend's house, which is within walking distance from the school.
Chapter 3:
After screwing around a while, I decide it's time to go home. So, I point myself in the direction of my house. After walking a quarter of a mile or so, I walk past a house with a window open. An old man laugh seems to come from inside.
The old man: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Walkin' are ya?!
Me: *mutters to self* what the hell?
Old Man: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Me: *hears clunky steps coming down stairs, then starts running*
Chapter 4:
Now I'm about a quarter of a mile from my house, so I'd walked over half a mile from the creepy man's house. So I'd noticed a motor about a block back, and it was still there. As an expirement, I took a turn down a random alley, even though it would be an around-the-bout way to my house. Motor; still following me. So as another expirement I took a turn back towards the main road. (this is all during the dead of daytime, by the way. The sun was high in the sky.) Motor; still behind me. In an impulse, I pretended to trip, so I could turn around without making things really obvious. In the car was a guy of about maybe (I'm horrible at guessing ages, trust me) 35 (?) and what looked like a mop beside him. At closer inspection, I realized the 'mop' was a wig, on a living person. It looked like a girl, so I assume it was his girlfriend trying to make her hair look blonde. *shrug* Whatever. So, on another impulse, I ran down an alley, made a sharp turn in the direction of home, and cut across a couple of yards. Thank God no one was in them. Well, the car blew it's horn a couple times, but I was long gone, cutting through random yards and alleys when I thought was necessary. So here I am, in one piece, and not raped. So... today's a plus, yes?
(c) KK's korner, 2010.
Ask me a question, and I'll give my point of view! Keep tuned, korner followers!
~KK (otherwise known as Fang), Somewhere, USA. NOT in a perfect, plastic bubble, it appears!
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