Once a pond of time, there was a little boy named Johnny. Johnny was... a little strange. He didn't make friends easily and he was a nerd from Georgia. His only friend was his pet rock. He did everything with his pet rock. He named it Chippy.
One day Johnny and Chippy got into an argument. Johnny said some mean things to Chippy. Chippy said some mean things Johnny. It got so bad that Chippy ran away.
Here is how the argument started. Johnny was pushing Chippy on the swing. "Go faster!" Chippy yelled excitedly! Johnny pushed Chippy faster. Chippy went so high on the swing, that he flew into the air and landed on the ground. Johnny ran to Chippy and started crying.
"Are you okay, Chippy?" He cried. "Speak to me Chippy! Are you okay?!"
Chippy sniffled. "You did that on purpose! I think I broke my leg!"
"No! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Johnny cried. "You told me to push you higher! I got to take you to a hispital!"
Johnny rushed Chippy to the hospital and sat down in the waiting room. The nurse came out and looked confused as she walked up to Johnny.
"Uh... Are you the boy who brought in the rock?" The nurse asked, in confusion.
Johnny looked up at the nurse and nodded, with tears running down his face. "Yes, ma'am. How is he? Is he okay? Can I see him?" He cried.
The nurse looked down and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Johnny. Chippy didn't make it."
Johnny cried and walked home, leaving puddles of tears on the sidewalk.
(I wrote this at 2 in the morning and when I woke up later, I re-read what I wrote and started cracking up, laughing. Like, seriously? Was I drunk or something? I have no idea...)
