Cs get baked beans

Pumped like a bike?

"Man, Bark. I'm pumped like a bike to see my results." I said, it was the following Tuesday and we were back in English class awaiting our creative writing results. I thought if I were any happier, I'd sprout wings and fly up Mr Mickle Dickle's nose.

Bark on the other hand was tackling with fits of laughter.

"What?" I said.

"Pumped like a bike? Duuuude, you've been spending way too much time with Warren."

"I haven't been spending that much time with him." I argued.

"Not that much time? Only the whole ass week. I came to your house twice over the weekend and your mum told me both times you were at a sleepover with Warren. He once told me he liked me better than you but that boy lies, he lies" Bark laughed.

I wanted to assure Bark that I spent most of the time watching purple juice dripping out of Warren's nipples and green babies slurping it up but I figured it would be wise not to.

"Oh Bark, it's tough when your baby daddy has eyes for someone else"

We both cracked up before and Bark shoved me.

"Now I'm getting quite used to you and Warren being the hot new couple but the real question is what's up with you being so chill? You're usually a nervous wreck when it comes to our creative writing results, but today I haven't even considered calling the school nurse." Bark said.

I gave him a grin and said; "I guess inspiration finally hit me."

"Now this better be good, what did ya write about, Hemingway?"

"Magic seeds," I winked.

"Well, I'll say I'm intrigued, maybe the muses really were on your side."

"I'll bet." I said as Mr Mickle Dickle placed our papers down.

"Well, what do ya know another A! I'm on fire!" Bark exclaimed, sticking his hand in the air, giving me a high five.

I stared at my own paper, C-, with the same 'unoriginal' comment smashing my ego to atoms. The pain was excruciating, it was like getting the most incredible hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sauce and having every scrap of it be poured down the sink. How could that happen? My idea was like nothing anyone could ever imagine. I flipped the paper over, I don't know what possessed me to do that, I'd never thought of it before, Mr Mickle Dickle had written a blunt "Speak to me after class".