sachatraceur
I got into the art of Parking the other day in nursery. My bestest friend Michaelthegreat was walking along the corridor when he spun around and punched me in the arm. I had had enough. You see, for many years Moike had bullied slipper, calling him silly names with no meaning, just for his own sick under-the-bed fantasies.
Bass let out a scream, and sprinted at Mike. He ran fast. King Konging his way past babys and toys, just like Caelcium had taught him. With one Jewish Cry, Sledge-hammer kicked Moike in the face, as he fell to the floor.
That night, Shot-put was watching TV with Caelander, when he decided to go for an early night. But, as he walked up the stairs, taking 4 stides per step, he heard a noise. Panicking he froze, "it cant be", Shortbread thougt to himself. The noise he heard, was so terrifing to him.
To me and you its a normal sound, but not to Shingles, it had haunted him for all 3 years of his life. He poked his head round the door.. under his cot, was Moike.
