There it was, shattered on the ground. How did such a small teacup shatter that thick of glass? Because the cup was porcelain, and now the end table was on the ground in pieces. It's not even my fault, but I feel I'll get the blow of the blame from my mother. My friend looks at what she did terrified, before she starts looking around for the spider.
We find the spider on the teacup. I don't even know how that stupid little cup is perfectly fine. It doesn't even have a scratch. Not one, single, little scratch.
