Evolution

Evolution

It is 1,000 years after people have left Earth for the survival of the human race. All house pets, zoo animals, and other animals have been left to rot on the broken planet. Left with the knowledge of the human race, evolution has sped up. Causing every species left with the knowledge to become more and more intelligent, causing an evolution race. Who can climb the food chain the fastest and become the superior beings?

“Are you sure it’s safe?” the voice knocks me out of my daydream.

“What?”

“Are you sure it’s safe?” she says, clearly irritated.

“Of course!” I yell, the tension from the journey back has taken my patience away like a thief in the night.

“Last time you said that…” she trails off.

“Don’t talk about it!” I scream.

She stomps off, the scowl of disgust on her face tearing my heart into shreds. I look up from the control panel and choke back my emotions. A single tear runs down my face, what’s the point anymore? As if to answer my question, the Earth comes into the view in the window. The beauty of the planet is impeccable. No wonder Savannah wanted us to come here.

“Savannah, come here!” I yell to the back of the ship.

The sound of rustling comes from the backroom. The echo of her footsteps walking down the hallway rush past my ears. She appears out of the room and walks towards me. Her blue eyes shining in the light. She looks exactly like her mom, I think to myself as I look with pride.

“You going to keep staring or are you going to show me what you are screaming about?” she asks defiantly.

Acts like her mom too, I think with a smile on my face.

“Look,” I step back from the window, so she can see

“Wow,” she gapes. “It’s beautiful!”

“Right?” I ask with excitement.

After three days of staring at the planet growing bigger in the window we are finally within landing distance. We get on the landing pod under the ship. The tension is extremely high as we detach from the ship. We all have the same thought in our heads, what is down there? The feeling of freefall brings my heart to my throat. I struggle against the restraints as I’m being pushed upwards. Finally the parachutes deploy, and I’m slammed back down onto the floor.

The doors open painfully slow. I walk out of the pod, and I am instantly blinded by the light of the sun. I bring my hand up to my eyes so I can get a better look of my surroundings. I hear three beeps from my sensor. The air is breathable. I take off my helmet slowly. I am instantly stricken by the sight in front of me.

A bunch of gray rectangles are sprouting out of the ground like ugly plants. Skyscrapers? I ask myself for assurance.

“Is that… a city?” Savannah asks.

“What?” Hannah questions herself.

As if to end our conversation three little black streaks come from the city. The objects are so fast I struggle to follow them with my eyes. Suddenly the objects are seconds to our location.

“Run!” Savannah screams, turning around.

“Wait, what if they’re friendly?” I ask the girls.

“Are you crazy!” Hannah says with a look of disapproval.

By now the helicopter-like aircraft are only about 300 yards away. Within one minute they land in front of us. My legs feel like they are about to give out. No one should be here! Then they walk out of the craft. They aren’t human, their faces are scrunched up like they smelt something bad, their noses sloped back and flat like a steep hill. Their mouths jutting from the rest of their face.

“They look like… chimpanzees!” Savannah exclaims.

“How do you know about that?” I ask.

“Earth history,” Savannah replies.

The chimp-like humanoids are slowly walking towards us, studying us and how we will react, while aiming guns directly at our heads. My first instinct is to put my hands over my head. One of the humanoids notices and jumps at the sudden movement. All four of the beings point their guns at me.

All of them have confused look on their faces as if to say, why isn’t he attacking?

I finally get the courage to speak and manage to croak out, “We are friendly, please don’t shoot.”

The being slightly lower their guns and one of them opens their mouth, “You, you speak our language!”

The words hit me like a train, they understand english? They see the surprised look on my face and one of them laughs. The laugh sounds like a bass drum being hit lightly.

“I like him!” one of the chimps laughs.

The other chimps nod their heads in approval, but when they notice Savannah and Hannah they lose their smiles.

“The other two aren’t amusing like this one,” one of the chimps states. “We should kill them.”

“No, no, no, they are just like me!” I yell.

The chimps look at me with a sympathetic look like they’ve been in the same place, but the chimp who seems to be in command doesn’t buy it.

“Kill them, leave the funny one!”

My heart drops, from my chest to my shoes. The beings look at me with sadness and take aim at my family.

“Daddy!” Savannah screams.

I look over at them, and they have terrified looks on their faces. I want to scream, but I lose my voice. It all happens in slow motion, the first bullet breaks the silence like glass. Afterwards, other bullets come at my family. I reach out as if to be able to save them with a wave of a hand.

They both crumple down to the ground. I feel like I’m about to throw up as I look at their corpses. I try to run over, but two of the humanoids grab my arms and pull me towards the helicopter. I manage to get a scream out before being dragged into the craft.

“No!”

They sit me down in the craft, but I don’t resist. My whole body is numb and I’m just staring at the seat in front of me. The only thing I feel is the tears running down my cheeks leaving streaks of wetness across my face. They… they’re gone. I choke on my tears, and one of the beings puts their hand on my shoulder, as if to comfort me.

I look at the ugly face, and anger rushes through me like fire in my veins. I get up then the chimp gets up and says something I can’t hear. I try to remember my training from hostile combat class. My first reaction is to grab the hairy arm and pull it behind the chimp’s back. I then put my foot on it’s back and push it off the aircraft.

Another being notices and runs at me full sprint. I crouch and kick the being’s leg then stomp on his neck with a horrible snap. I run up to the front of the aircraft, but a hairy arm grabs my neck. Without turning around, I grab his elbow and bend it backwards, he responds with a horrible screeching sound and falls to the floor, writhing in pain.

I kick open the door to the cockpit and the pilot turns around with a horrified look on his face. I slam his head into the control panel and point the driving stick in the direction of the city with one thought going through my mind, revenge.

The Zodiac Killer

The Zodiac Killer

On the cold night of December 20th, 1968, two high school sweethearts are on their first date. Everything seems to be going great, they are planning on going to a Christmas ball at the school. It’s seems to be a harmless night full of fun for the kids, but the night’s about to get cut short. They pull up to Lake Herman Road, or Lover’s Lane.

Around 11:00 p.m the kids are having a good time until a mysterious car pulls up next to them. They are at first unfazed, but the car just sits there not moving. The boy gets out to confront the driver, to the dismay of the girl. To the kid’s surprise the driver gets out first. The boy opens his mouth but sees a glint of light come from the man’s hand.

The kid turns around to get back in the car, but is stopped short. He falls to the ground like a rock. The woman hears the shot and gets out of the car. She sprints away from the scene and gets 87 feet away before being terminated.

This is the first killing in a string of murders that will baffle police and bring chaos to northern California. The police arrive at the scene not too long after the murder. All they find is a grisly scene with no evidence of the murderer’s identity.

July 4th, 1969, another murder occurs four miles from the original murder of the high schoolers. Except this time it was Darlene Ferrin and Michael Mageau, a couple from the area. Reportedly a car parked next to them, then left 10 seconds later. After another 10 minutes the same car parks behind them. The driver then exits the vehicle and walks towards the car.

A glint of light appears in the man’s hand. It’s too late before the couple notices, and the driver shoots Michael, and some of the bullets hit Darlene too. The driver of the car is satisfied and takes his leave, but when he hears moaning from the car he turns around and unloads another magazine into Mageau.

Someone hears the shots and calls the police not too long after. The ambulances arrive and take the couple to the nearest hospital. Sadly, Darlene dies but Michael survives the twisted assault.

Later the police get a call from a man who claims to be the murderer of both couples and is proud of what he’s done. The police track the signal, but only find a phone booth outside a gas station, not even a full mile from the police station.

A while after 3 newspaper publishers got letters from the killer. It said that if they didn’t put the letters into the newspaper he would go on a killing spree the next weekend. They obeyed his orders then the police chief Jack E. Stiltz demanded that the killer send another letter with more information.

The killer then wrote to the officer with more information and a coded message saying that when the police decoded it they would already have him. On August 8, 1969 Donald and Bettye Harden cracked the code. The coded message included the killer talking about how killing was fun and he was collecting slaves for the afterlife.

Not even a month after another murder, a second one occurs, this time a taxi driver. The taxi driver was driving to Maple street in Presidio Square. For no exact reason the driver went one street farther than the destination. The passenger then took out a 9mm pistol and shot the driver, took his wallet and keys then left the scene.

Some teenagers saw the man wiping down the car and called the police. Somehow the details got mixed up and the police started looking for a black male, instead of a white, and drove right past him. The police still don’t know how the details got so mixed.

Another attack March 20, 1970. Kathleen Johns is driving to her mom’s with her 10 month old daughter. Johns is also 7 months pregnant. As she is driving, behind her a car is honking and flashing its lights. Johns pulls over and the man tells her that one of her wheels is wobbling. The man offers to fix the bad wheel.

After he is done she gets back on her way to her mom’s house. But then the whole wheel falls off. The man offers for them to get in his car and drop them off at the nearest gas station. They get in, but the man drives back and forth next to a gas station for 1 hou but he doesn’t answer the question. Eventually, Johns asks him to pull over and she gets out of the car. She sprints into a field and hides in the grass. The man gets out holding a flashlight looking for her claiming to not want to hurt her. He gives up after a while and drives away.

Johns hitchhikes a ride to the police station. She tells them and they show her the sketch of the supposed attacker, and she instantly recognizes the man as the attacker.

About four months afterwards, the Zodiac sends another letter to the police. The letter features a diagram for a bomb he claims he will use on a school bus. He then sends a letter to the newspaper Chronicle threatening to use the bomb if they didn’t publish the exact words he used in the letters.

The zodiac killer then went on to claim responsibility for many other murders. Police still don’t know the identity of the murderer.

Perfection

Perfection

Perfection has always been a goal for the human race. No one realized, to be perfect is one of the hardest things to maintain. Like a wild animal, perfection is eventually going to bite you when you are not thinking of it.

“Happy birthday!” the lights blind me as I walk into the room. I thought Mom knew I didn’t like surprises. I still act surprised and taken aback like any other giggly schoolgirl would.

“Oh my gosh!” I yell, pretending to care it’s my 17th birthday. The room is caked in pink and white ribbons. The only colors allowed for birthday use for girls this year. I have always hated the color pink, it’s too cheery and makes me feel sick to my stomach, but I don’t show it on my face.

“My little girl is turning into a woman!” my Dad says tearing up looking at me. I’ve always been a “Daddy’s girl,” a title I didn’t choose. I sit down on the couch and stare at the small cake sitting on the table, lit up by the 17 candles on it.

“Blow them out!” my Mom says enthusiastically, I can tell she can’t wait to eat the cake. She’s always had a sweet tooth, but with the candies being banned from all sectors she can’t feed her craving for sweets.

I ready up to blow the candles. I make a wish, Have a normal life, I think as I blow the candles. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The siren wakes me up from my sweet slumber. I open my eyes to see the plastered up holes in the roof. I slowly get up out of my bed. I hit the floor with a thud and walk to the washroom. There’s already 10 girls in the washroom doing their hair and brushing their teeth. The sweet sight of a perfection camp. I think walking into the dirty room.

A couple of years ago they started sending kids that are “different” to these camps to straighten us out. They described these prisons like summer camp in heaven. Really we live in dumps and are fed scraps like rabid dogs.

After taking a shower, I walk to the sinks and grab a toothbrush. (We all use two toothbrushes) I look in the mirror and only see a hollow husk of a girl. My orange hair is the only thing shining in the room. My face is drooping towards the floor from lack of sleep. My face dirtied from years of endless labor and abuse.

After I’m done “Prettying myself up,” I walk out of the washroom just in time for the morning siren, calling us for breakfast. We walk past the boy’s dorms which are smaller and made from leftover metal. About a year ago they had to worsen our living conditions from budget cuts.

I finally get to the cafeteria after 5 minutes of walking through the mud. I’m at the back of the line, but it’s not like I care, the food here is barely edible. After grabbing my “breakfast” I sit down at one of the tables. I sit at the table where the people don’t have any friends, so I don’t have to talk to anyone, well I never do, I haven’t heard my own voice in two years.

There is yelling behind me and I see two boys struggling over a piece of bread. The soldiers run over and break up the fight. The soldiers are always carrying firearms like we might kill them if they look away for one moment. I eat the slop and wait for the work siren.

After waiting for five minutes the siren goes off, and I head to the laundry area. All girls work in the laundry because the soldiers think that they aren’t strong enough for metal working. As I’m putting a dirty woman’s uniform in I feel something in the pocket. I reach in and pull out a key with a label taped on it; Armory key.

Oh my god! I think to myself, if I’m seen with this I’ll be shot on sight! What am I going to do with it? I think as I stare at the piece of metal. I can get us all out of here if I got the guns!

I make up a plan to get to the armory without being spotted. When lights out is called, I’ll wait for the guard to come in and check on us and then attack them with all the other girls, grab their key, get out of the dorms, avoid the spotlights and get to the armory. It’s a long shot, but if I’m going to get out, this is my only chance.

I have to talk to the girls first. Once the free time siren wails it’s tune, I get their attention.

“Excuse me?” I ask a little too weak to be heard. “Excuse me!” I yell to get everyone’s attention. I become nervous at the sight of all the eyes looking at me.

“I have a plan to get out!” I say, putting it all out there.

That captures all their attention, and I explain the plan and show them the key. All the girls agree with the plan, and we wait for lights out.

After 20 minutes or so the siren goes off signaling lights out. We all gather around the sides of the door. We were standing completely silent in total darkness in anticipation of our escape. It seems like a million years go by until we hear the door creak open. This is our chance.

As soon as the guard comes in one of the girls knocks the gun away from HIM and we all jump on top of him. The guard’s eyes slowly close with each blow. One of the girls tells us he’s “been dealt with.” I feel sick to my stomach, we’ve just killed someone.

I recover from the shock and grab the guards key. I open the door to the outside, Instantly girls are running out of the house and off towards the gate. This wasn’t the plan! I run towards the armory and hear the pops from behind me.

The armory is in sight when a guard comes from behind a wall and aims his gun at me. My instincts kick in and I grab at his leg. I pull him down on the ground and kick the gun out of his hand. I grab the gun and smack him in the side of the head, knocking him out.

I get up to the armory and fumble for the key in my pocket. I get a hold on the metal object and unlock the door. I’m blown away by how many guns there are in the small building. I grab a pistol along with an assault rifle and a frag grenade and sprint out of the door.

I turn the corner to the gate and almost throw up. All the girls at the gate are lying on the ground, the brown of the mud mixes with the red of blood where they lie. I become furious and sprint towards the gate. I grab the frag grenade out of my pocket and pull the pin. The adrenaline rushes through me as I throw the grenade at the gate.

The gate gets blown apart and I run towards it, being careful to step around the bodies. Then a streak of pain runs up from my leg exploding into my brain. I fall down and see the ground around me getting riddled with bullets. I get up and limp out of the compound.

The pain is almost overwhelming as I arrive outside the prison. I look for a place to hide as I hear footsteps running from behind me. I limp to the other end of the road and there’s a creek below me. The only thing separating me from it is a steep hill, might as well be a cliff. I look behind me and 4 guards are running at me, screaming at me to not jump.

No I’m not going back, I think as I ready myself for the jump. I look down then close my eyes. I jump from the ledge and I feel myself falling, the air brushing my face.

I open my eyes and see a tree bending away from the cliff. I barely miss the plant and keep falling. I panic as I’m falling, flailing my arms as if to grab the sky. I feel excruciating pain explode from my side as I hit a boulder imbedded into the cliff face. It slows me down and I manage to grab hold of a small plant growing on the cliff.

The momentum makes it feel like my arm is going to rip off. I let go of the plant and slowly slide down the slope. I finally hit flat ground and instantly sprint off into the brush. I can already hear the guards struggling to come after me.

I find a nice log to hide under, and I slip under the dead tree. After sitting still for 10 seconds, my adrenaline wears off. I feel the full pain of my leg. My leg throbs with each heartbeat, and I have stuff my shirt in my mouth so I don’t scream. I hear the guards shuffling through the thick brush next to the log.

“She’s not here!” one of the guards screams, obviously furious.

“We lost her,” one of the guards says. “she’s gone.”

I can’t help but smirk, I escaped! Eventually the guards walk away and I get out from under the log. I walk further into the forest with one thought in mind, home.

Quarantine

Quarantine

You never know how afraid you are of being alone until you are cut off from the world not allowed to communicate with one another. It’s crushing to know that no one else is there but you.

“Make sure to stay out of trouble!” Mom yells as I walk out the door.

“No problem!” I scream back.

The bus is slowly coming down the street to avoid slipping on the ice. It’s Monday, the thought hits me like a truck, I slump down a little more. The bus finally comes to my stop. I reluctantly step into the bus. There’s little kids jumping around, screaming something I can’t understand.

I keep walking to the back of the bus, there is a little kid picking his nose back there, so I just sit in the middle. The bus starts moving on it’s way to school. I stare out the window, ignoring everything wrong with the world. I lose myself in the moving scenery and doze off into a daydream.

I don’t wake up from the daydream until the stop of the bus jolts me awake. I get up and start to walk to the front of the bus. I walk past a kid coughing violently and I cringe away from him, I’ve always been a germophobe, just imagining the little monsters makes me sick to my stomach.

I finally make it off the bus and start walking to the front door to the school, then I hear screaming from behind me. I think it’s just the little kids being little kids but when I turn around the kid coughing is on the ground twitching violently. The bus driver jumps out of the bus and picks up the kid and sprints to the school. That’s weird that hasn’t happened before. I think to myself as I make my way to the school again.

After the pretty standard school day, I get home. I walk in the house and hear sniffling in the living room.

“Mom?” I ask.

“Yes?” Mom answers back shakily. I run into the room to see what’s wrong. Mom’s crying on the couch looking at the TV blankly.

I ask, “What’s wrong?”

Mom hesitates to tell me for a second then says, “Dad’s not coming home.”

The words smack me in the face, dad is in the army and is stationed in Kenya fighting against rioters.

I say shakily, “Wh-What?”

“They called today and he was killed in action, fighting against the rebels.”

I cover my face so Mom can’t see me crying. She hugs, but I push her away and storm off to my room. It isn’t fair! I almost never got to see Dad, and now I’ll never see him again! I think to myself as I jump onto my bed. I shove my head into the pillow and forget about everything, the whole world is falling on top of me. I punch my pillows as hard as I can as if that will bring Dad.

After my fit I lay down on my bed and turn on my TV and change it to the news channel.

“The virus SB-91 has evolved past the point of stopping and there seems to be no way to save the remaining survivors but to quarantine them and cut them off from other people in the hopes of saving the human race.”

Great, now everyone else is going to die, perfect! I think sarcastically, I look at my phone and it’s 6:43, dinner! I run into the dining room, and my mom is slouched over eating leftover spaghetti from Tuesday with a blank stare to nowhere in particular. I grab the rest of the spaghetti and sit at the other side of the table. I look down and start eating, I don’t know why I’m mad at Mom; she did nothing, but that’s the problem, she never did anything! She never helped me grow up. She was always in the background, just watching me until she needed to take care of me when Dad left!

With a new reason to not look at Mom I keep eating not dare to look at her. She’s suddenly the symbol of Dad dying only a reminder of his death. She snaps out of her daze and asks,

“How was school?”

“It was normal,” I reply with no emotion.

“That’s good,” she says as if she’s unsure if that’s the right thing to say. She gets up and takes her dish to the sink and washes it. She then walks like a zombie towards her room. With Dad, Mom’s spirit died too.

After I’m done eating I leave the plate and sit on the couch watching a rerun of Full House. I’m not even watching it but I’m looking through the TV for answers. After what feels like an eternity I start dozing off and eventually fall asleep.

I wake up with a jolt and instantly fumble for my phone, I find it and check the time, 10:30! I sprint to my room and find clothes to put on. I find my bag and I’m about to run out the door when I hear a scratchy voice coming from Mom’s room.

“There isn’t school today, honey.”

“Why?” I ask.

Mom replies in a hopeless voice, “You know why, honey.”

I sit on the couch and realize what no school means, no time left. Most of the human race is already dead. I think back to the poor kid on the bus, he was only like six! This is the end of life as we know it. Might as well give up, it wouldn’t make a difference.

Mom sends me out to go get food ,so I start walking to the grocery store. As I’m walking down the sidewalk a couple army trucks pass by. I don’t pay attention to them, but keep walking forward in a daze, not connected to reality. After ten minutes I see the grocery store, but it’s trashed, all the windows are broken and upon closer inspection it’s been cleaned out.

After another 15 minute walk back home I open the door and yell,

“The store was already looted, I’m sorry Mom!”

There’s no answer but the sound of a chair or something falling over in Mom’s room. I run to her door and slowly I open the door. I look up, and I instantly close the door, and run to my room, and jump into my bed. I bury my head in the pillows, and scream at the top of my lungs,

“No! No!”

Mom finally broke, she gave up. I get up out of my bed and start walking toward the front door with no idea what I’m doing. I open the door with a new motivation for something even I don’t know about. I walk the way the army men were driving.

After 20 minutes I come across a line of soldiers in a boundary looking off into the distance into the other side of the neighborhood.

“Hey!” I yell at them getting their attention.

They turn around and one of them says, “Stay back citizen, or we’ll shoot!”

“I’m already dead,” I whisper and run at them. BANG.

The Ultimate Tale of Action, Comedy, and Drama

The Ultimate tale of Action, Comedy, and Drama

I was born on the night of December eighth, 2000. I was born while a raging blizzard was blowing it’s way through. I weighed eight and a half pounds at birth setting me at the biggest baby of my mom and dad’s kids. Needless to say most of the weight was my gigantic head, which I didn’t grow into until two years ago, and even then it still looked huge.

Obviously I don’t remember much about my early years other than my relatives saying I was heavy, and kind of stressful to carry. Surprisingly, I cried very rarely. Well, not when boots are thrown at my face, or maybe when I got dropped upside down in a Walmart parking lot. You may be wondering how the boot thing happened. Well, my mom was in the doctor’s office and left me on the bench with my fighting sisters. At one point Lisa got so angry she took of her boot and chucked it at Helen, who dodged it, and hit me right in my baby face.

When I was four I was a little thug. You may be asking how can a four year old be that awesome, are you forgetting this PPOW is about me already? That’s a little sad, but anyway at my aunt’s wedding I was picking up chicks like no other. There is a picture of me holding another girl’s hand and me smiling like I know something you don’t. Needless to say I truly was AWESOME at a young age.

By this time you should have tears in your eyes, unless you're some kind of humorless, dull robot. Anyways, when I was four, I also did something so stupid that when I think about it I cringe. When Derek and I were at our babysitter’s house we liked to jump off this little freezer in the toy room thinking we were so awesome. Eventually the babysitter told us to stop, but I was 4 and didn’t listen to rules. Derek and I went back to our routine of jumping off it until that one fateful day.

That day we were jumping like usual until I tripped before jumping, and somehow broke my arm from a two foot fall. I ran upstairs, and showed the babysitter my career ending injury. She asked how this happened, and I thought I wouldn’t get in trouble if I lied. I told her that Derek pushed me, with my best poker face on. Needless to say Derek got a good spanking, and she still thinks he did it to this day.

Pre-school was easy during this time because the teacher wrote my answers down for me. I smiled while telling answers thinking that breaking my arm was genius.

Now that I have wasted almost half this PPOW talking about my early years let’s skip to when I was nine. This year everything went bad at once which almost broke me. In the beginning of the year of  2010 I got a girlfriend! I thought I was the most amazing thing since sliced bread. We were together for three months before one week brought me to my knees. That week on Tuesday my girlfriend broke my heart and left me. Then maybe two days later my parents told me they were getting a divorce.

For two weeks I didn’t talk too much. My mind was stuck in the great depression. Not to mention someone made fun of my parents getting split up. I almost went feral on that person, but I kept my cool. That year I also got my first and only referral. (Unbelievable, right?) By this time I was doubting my existence mattered. But, my friends helped me through this rough patch, and I eventually felt better.

The next year my dog Mickey died from swallowing something in the bathroom. I didn’t cry when she was buried but cried very soon after.

Let’s get off this sad part before one of you start balling, and ruin my story. By this time in my life my intelligence greatly increased, and my reading level was good enough to understand college textbooks.

Let’s talk about one of the most stupid people I’ve ever known and hated. If you were in my class in sixth grade you know who this person is. If you weren’t I feel sorry for you. This is a story about someone named Sean.

When I was 10 or 11 my mom started dating a dude named Lance. He had a son named Sean. I met him in the beginning of summer. At first he was cool, then his idiocy started to surface. Him and I were in the living room, and I shot a nerf gun at a light above us. Sean saw this and to get this down he grabbed the heaviest dog toy next to him and smacked the light. Good news; the nerf dart was off the light. Bad news; The light was off the ceiling.

Another time was at a July fourth party. We went to Lance’s friend’s party for the fourth. First thing we did was we went inside and ate. Boys at another table were making fart noises until some tall girl came in and told them to stop. Then I hear another fart noise, but the boys at the table didn’t do it. I look at Sean across the table and he has a huge smile on his face as if he did the most funny thing ever in the history of comedy.

Then it was time to set off fireworks, Sean set off like 20 fireworks that night. I set off five before my mom told me to stop. By the end of the night I became a little rebel and lit off a big one. We went home later, and I told them I lit off a big one thinking I was such a stud. Sean had this look on his face like diarrhea just struck. He pipes up asking if he can light off almost all the fireworks since I lit off the big one. I was about to scream telling him he is an ignorant cave man until my mom said, “Yes.”

That night Sean set off almost all of them giggling like a giddy little kid on christmas eager to open his presents. I sat there with a disapproving face giving him a death stare good enough to make even the toughest guy around cower in terror.

That was only a couple of highlights from Sean’s constant stupid actions. If you want more just ask me sometime.

Well, this went quickly didn’t it? This is getting long so I will continue it in another PPOW. Shhh it’s okay I know it sucks, but I will continue it later.