The Last Day of School... Ever

Author's note: Ahh, tut, tut, tut. What to call this chapter? What to write? Hmm, for my first story, it'll just be a whole bunch of random. Why not? Kay readers, enjoy!

Once upon a time, in a far, far, far, faaaaaaar away land known as... err... uh... Michigan City, why not? Anyway, it was a bright and sunny day. The birds were chirpin', it t'was the last day of school, and I had managed to wake up quite early. Too early. 

My breakfast had included grapes and toast... until I suddenly decided to fall asleep on my very buttery toast. Yeah, whoop-de-doo. What a way to start the day, eh? So I was just snoozin' on my toast, like a lazy Shikamaru, when I heard this horrible, HORRIBLE singing. It sounded like my eight year-old cousin! It sounded like a cat yowling for its life! It sounded like a car crash! Yep, you guessed it, it was Justin Bieber.

"WHAT IN PRETZELS NAME IS THAT NOISE?" I hollered. I quickly rubbed the butter off my face, grabbed a spoon, and stumbled outta the door. Yes, it was Justin Bieber alright. Strange enough that he would be walking down my street singing like a squeaky walrus, but I digress... Luckily enough though, a plane suddenly crash landed straight on top of Justin Bieber. The sound was earsplitting, metal and screams and fire. Much easier on the ears compared to JB. 

Then my watch beeped one time, two times, three times...

"Ah pudding, I'm late for school!" So I dashed down the street, rounded a corner or two, and sighed in relief at the sight of the last kid entering the building. I wasn't late... Yet...

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"Today class, we will be learning about-"

"Doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom" I interrupted. Mrs. Miller, my Language Arts teacher, stopped in surprise and looked at me. The class snickered. Dazed, Mrs. Miller hastily went on.

"Er, as I was saying, we will be learning about the square root of onomatopoeia and how it will be worthless information that you will most likely not need in your daily lives." We all groaned at once.

Suddenly, we had a surprise fire drill. Hm? A little much? Okay fine. So we didn't have the fire drill. But we were finally heading out to our cookout. We ate in the lunchroom, but we spent about an hour outside. Everyone was laid back, even the teachers. People were taking pictures, throwing brownies, and having much fun. I, on the other hand, had quite a lot of things on my mind. The plane killed Jusin Bieber, I wanted to! I began to sulk. But that soon changed with the upcomming commotion.

"Cynder look out for the yum-yums!" Someone shouted.

"Er, what?" It was amazing. Yum-yums everywhere. Explosions. Turtles. Straws. The school was in ruins. No one was hurt (With the exception of my worst enemy... no further comment), and everyone cheered. What an awesomesauce school year. Hey, not a bad ending, but I'm not complaining. Turtlez Rule!