While I was walking, he rolled down his window and started to mumble like coach Powell. I always knew some day the principal is going to do something to me.
"Hey" he shouted
"Don't shout" I shouted back.
The things I say always crack me up. I wasn't scared, However I was quite hungry.
"You want food? Preferably cream cheese" he said.
I knew I could resist cream cheese. Oh the delicacy Ooo the oozing oooh the white pigment. It was all I ever wanted.
As I decline, he put a wash cloths over my mouth and it went black. It was only a second that I woke up in the trunk of the car. Kicking,screaming, throwing a tantrum like my mother used to say to me. She always says I throw a tantrum when I'm 13 but I really doubt that. My hands a feet are duct tape together and my mouth had ropes. He was doing the opposite, I thought you are suppose to tie your your hands and feet with ropes and duct tape you mouth. Why is he doing things reverse?
*Authors note*
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