John

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      I pick up the roly poly.

"I FOUND A ROLY POLY!!" I said.   "What should I name it??"

"Hmmmm, John." Jishwa says.

"Ok. My John."

     John starts crawling all over my arm, it tickles. While I'm still questioning why the ants aren't doing anything about their dead friends.
       Jishwa and I talk about stupid pointless stuff, as usual. But then, I drop John on the cement. PANIC!!!

        I immediately jump off the bench, kneel in all the dead and bodies, and start looking for John. Jishwa, laughing, at my concern. I am actually about to start crying because I was such a bad parent.

     I spot John, he fell in a crack. I start sticking my finger in the crack between two cement blocks. John won't get on my finger, I start screaming at him.

"I SWEAR TO GOD JOHN GET ON MY FINGER!!"

      One of the few ants I didn't kill decides to examine the scene. Instead of John, the ANT DECIDES TO CLIMB ON MY FINGER.

"I WILL KILL YOU TOO IF YOU DON'T GET OFF MY FINGER!"

       I fling the ant away. I look back, John is gone. I nearly have a panic attack. I sit on the bench, questioning everything I've done in my life to deserve this.

        Then, I spot John in front of my foot. I immediately grab him.

"Can't escape me now can you?"

         Then, my mom texts me, "Where are you?"

"I'm at the back of the school."

"Come get in the car."

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