100 Things That We Crazy Asians Do

NUMBER THIRTY ONE

"Let's write this one in third person or let's make it a story." - Reva

---------------

Reva sighed as she stared down at her computer, her mind empty of ideas that could possibly entertain her readers. Laughing quietly when she realized that one of her best friends, Grave, would probably make a comment saying something along the line of, "Your mind is always empty," Reva wondered why Klok was leaving her to write 99 numbers all alone. 

"It's just not fair." Reva whined to no one in particular. "Klok gets to slack on her duties of being a crazy Asian."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the door to Reva's room bursted open. There stood an out of breath and disheveled Klok, her glasses askew and her hair a rats nest."Reva!" Klok cried. "You have no idea how long it took for me to swim over here!"

Reva blinked. "Swim? Laugh out egg rolls, thats funny. What's up, and whaddaya doin' here?"

Klok shook her head frantically. "No, I really swam here."

"You don't know how to swim, Klok!" Reva countered. It wasn't even possible to swim on land anyways...most likely.

"Of course you don't believe me." Klok threw her hands into the air in pure exasperation. "Fine then, I'll show you. Come along."

Reva and Klok walked out of Reva's house and into the middle of the street. No death mobiles, or cars, were in sight. Klok dropped down on her stomach and to Reva's utter shock, began swimming in what was now liquid road.

"HOLY EGG ROLLS THAT'S AMAZING YOU REALLY DID SWIM!" Reva gushed excitedly. "How-?"

"Magic." Klok wiggled her fingers spookily. "COME NOW, LET US SWIM INTO THE SUNSET FOR A DRAMATIC EXIT!"

And with that, the two girls swam into the sunset for a dramatic exit.

The End