Chubby Checkers: The Black Sheep

Chapter 13: Icicle murders of 2002, Narnia and Face Ball

I guess my plea to the chubby checker god answered. We have yet again another new place. This one surprisingly happened on a Saturday night at my house. My friend Olivia had come over and since it was warm outside, a wonderfully warm temperature of 40 degrees( I live in Wisconsin) we decided to go outside and play with a volleyball. When we were out side we found a huge icicle the length and width of my arm. Me being the freak I am picks it up and for to reason begins to scream. I have no idea why.... Well my friend wasn't paying attention, so when I screamed I scarred her. She then had the amazing idea to write this wonderful quote "Killing people with icicles since 2002," I obviously don't kill people, it was a joke but a hilarious one at that. The ball got all wet so we decided to grab a basket ball and go to the side of my garage. We then started to throw the ball. Then I ended up falling over laughing at something and fell into the wall.

"WE MUST GO TO NARNIA!!!" my friend screamed. No idea why. We are weird like that. It then reminded me of Harry Potter and how they run though the wall to get to deck 9 3/4. I then ran at the wall with the ball in front of me yelling I'm going to miss the train. No idea why I had the great idea to run at a brick wall. I did stop before I hit it though because I'm not an idiot, I'm just very unique. There is a garage light there to so that reminded me of the lantern showing that the British were coming during the revolutionary war I think. I then yelled

"THE LIGHT IS NOT ON SO THAT MUST MEAN THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!"

Yet once again I ran away screaming. Seriously I just now realized how we were both acting like 6 year old. lol. We both fell over laughing so hard. We were starting to get cold so we went inside with the now dry volleyball. We are both sitting on my bed stalking peoples instagrams when she decided to grab the volley ball and chuck it at my head. I didn't even flinch so she kept throwing it at my head. 15 minutes later she was still going. It had now became a game because when ever she would throw it at my head I would purposefully bump it on my head like a soccer ball back to her. She said I looked like a seal. OH WELL. WHAT CHA GOING TO DO ABOUT IT. We both spent about an hour of her whacking my head with a soccer ball. I guess I have a thick skull......