Nothing. I saw absolutely Nothing.
"You have got to be screwing with me!" I yelled aloud.
I swore I could hear the obnoxious guffaws of the Lawson kid, probably enjoying my rage
"That little bastard." I muttered through gritted teeth.
I gave the box a hard kick, watching it as it rammed against my closed door.
"If I see him again, he is getting a well deserved kick in the balls!" I yelled.
I need to go to bed.
And I did just that. Without bothering to change my clothes, I flopped onto my memory--foam mattress, feeling it slam into my body, knocking the breath out of me before slowly allowing my body to sink into it.
Note to self:Ask Mom to get me a new, non–memory foam mattress.
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Tales of Juniper Davidson: The Sword of Biremes
FantasyJuniper, often called J.J by her close friends, had lived a considerable normal life. However, that all changed when she picks up a prize she won at the nearest post office. It all goes downhill from there. Having won a bladeless sword, and practic...
