OKay here is this short story that i wrote a long time ago and it amuses me haha. its kinda like a series of like 3 short stories so i will add the 2nd and 3rd one too.
George's New Sweater
Ripping his blankets off, he felt the cold bite of winter air whip at his pajamas. Running to the gaping window, he peered out at his snowy lawn. Slamming the window shut with a bang, he raced out his door and leapt down the stairs two at a time. Landing at the bottom with a thud, he raced on through the bathroom where his father was brushing his teeth and on through the kitchen where his mother was already preparing Christmas dinner. He then slid to a stop and grabbed the first present he saw. He quickly read the card that said...
Dear George,
You have always liked my presents
But I know you will love this one!
Lots of love, Aunt Landra
Her presents were normally the best out of all his other presents from his aunts and uncles so he thought he would open it last!
When the family was ready, he began to rip and tear. Wrapping paper was everywhere! The presents were very good this year: walkie-talkies, a bunny, and a new iPod from his parents! And now for the moment he had been waiting for the special present! It was a bulky present, not large in size but not small either. He slowly removed the paper and found another layer of paper. Surprised, he thought it must just be for extra protection, because after all it was an extra special present. Finally, he uncovered what looked like a dirty rag. Thinking it must be another source of protection he tried to remove it from his precious present only to find that as he held the dirty rag up it seamed to change shape and become a very oddly shaped sweater that looked as though it had been on the side of the road for several centuries.
George spent the rest of the day in a daze wondering why his aunt had given him a rag in the shape of a sweater. When it was time to gussy up for Christmas dinner his parents insisted that he wear "the rag" so as not to hurt Aunt Landra's feelings. He felt extremely embarrassed as he left the house and walked to the car, his sister laughing at him the whole way.
The car ride was torture. His sister wouldn't stop teasing him about his "rag". It was driving him up the wall. He wanted the never ending harassment to stop. All of a sudden his sister's attention was grabbed by something zooming by the window. Peace at last!
Ten minutes later his father turned the radio on and it just happened to be playing his least favourite song. Couldn't his father even play a different station? At that instant there was nothing but static on the radio and his father was forced to change the station the only station that would work was his favourite station! Wow, what a coincidence! The rest of the trip was most pleasant.
When they arrived, they were greeted with loud cheers and laughter but no one seemed to notice George's new sweater. He looked around for Aunt Landra but she was nowhere in sight. That was odd. Soon he was starting to become hungry. At that moment someone announced that dinner was ready! Perfect he thought!
There were twenty people sitting around the table talking and laughing. His Aunt Landra was sitting at the other end of the very long table. He was annoyed by that because he couldn't speak to her about the present. Then the conversation began to dwindle and focus on one fight in particular. His two Aunts, Myrtle and Marna, were going at it again as usual. He wondered why they were always fighting. Then Aunt Marna abruptly stopped talking in mid-sentence and wondered aloud why they always did fight!? And looking across the table he saw a curious thing. His Aunt Landra winked at him! Could the sweater be doing all this? Maybe it wasn't just a coincidence that his aunts had stopped fighting just when he had wished they would, or his sister stopped bugging him in the car, or that the radio had gone fuzzy! Maybe the sweater was a great present after all! Of course he would have to test it. He looked at his milk wishing it was chocolate milk and the next instant one of his aunts was offering him the chocolate syrup. He looked over at his Aunt Landra and smiled. She slowly smiled back.
