There was once a little kid named Johnny, he was a standard kid with standard grades. Although he had the idea to complete a foray on his classmate with water balloons. He always hated that classmate. He was expounding his plan to his friends when suddenly one of his contemptuous bullies hit him. The bully hit him so hard that he fell to the ground feeling nothing but pain. Johnny tried to tell teachers but they were all auspicious towards the bully. Johnny’s voice was quelled. Johnny’s mother was inquisitive and asked what happened; therefore, Johnny told her. His mother’s mouth gaped as he told her the story. His mother turned malignant towards the school and the bully and decided to join Johnny in his new quest to throw water balloons at the bully instead of his classmate. The plan went … well … not as expected. The end
The curtains rise on a small town in the 1980’s. The morning was filled with crisp cold air, and the smell of bacon and pancakes. The alarm of the police siren was deafening, as you slowly stubble into your slippers. You look through the curtains to see a obscure shadow figure that you think is the police car. Your stern landlord stomps down onto your floor and slams the door open. He asks you, “What did you do this time?”. You can’t quite see the landlord through the haze in your room. You start to remember last night when you were talking to your parents about how big of a disgrace you were. The landlord started to scrutinize you even more. You remember that your adolescence has held you back from growing into the adult. Then it hits you, you remember throwing water balloons at the landlords house and he called the cops. The water balloons were quite hefty, as you slowly carried them to the edge of the building where you threw them. You felt the cold chilling water of the balloons. To Be Continued….