Mrs. Flashlight, as is her everyday duty, shines the brilliant light when it is morning. Everyone wakes up hoping that Joey will study that day—that is, everyone except me. I sit gloomily on my pillow, trying to come up with a plan to get some white out tape not only because I want to live longer, but because I love Joey and want to live forever in Pencil Case City. I quickly set to work scribbling ideas and plans, erasing (and not whiting out, mind you!), and rewriting these plans. I consult some of the wise individuals in Pencil Case City, including Mr. Tape. He tells me that we need to stick together and aid one another as a community during these sticky situations, but, to my confusion, he later encourages me to survive by always hiding, which has never been and never will work for me. After much deliberation, I hear a faint voice—the voice of Joey!
"Hey, Dorothy," he says to his younger sister. "I'm going to run down to Staples®. Need anything?"
"Na―well, maybe a roll of colored duct tape. Thanks!" she says as she dances at the numerous opportunities of using the duct tape on the brand-new chandeliers.
Everyone else in Pencil Case City listens intently, then goes back to work. But as for me, I can see an incredible opportunity. If only I can attach myself to Joey's vehicle, I can somehow manage to get the white-out tape from Staples! As I tell my plan to the Pencil Case City Council, the committee members nod gravely, and, after a brief discussion, they are willing to help me in whatever way possible. My first challenge: opening the zipper. Mr. Ball Pen volunteers to reach for the inside of the zipper while we pull his cap. We budge and tug and we finally get a gap big enough for me to squeeze through. After a powerful lift from Mrs. Flashlight, I reach the surface of Joey's desk, jump to the floor, and run to the door. Yes—RUN! (But the process by which I run is described as "rock and roll"). As I roll with difficulty and toil, I lose far more than I expect of my rolls. Can I make it? Will I make it to his car? I run with all my might and am delighted when I see Joey grabbing his bicycle. I quicken my pace; drops of tape-sweat moistened my forehead as I jump onto the edge of Joey's bike seat.
The next step is to safely arrive at Staples. I know that it is only two minutes to get there with a car, so I figure it should not take more than five minutes with his new, sleek bicycle. After a nasty bump or two and having to brace myself with my Whiteoutiana Jones "whip", we finally make it to Staples. I gasp as I suddenly recall the day I was looking off the shelves, waiting for a prince to save me from my loneliness when, lo and behold, prince Joey came with his gallant horse (shopping cart) and saved me from my distress (Staples). As the thoughts of these memories come back, I am once again excited by youthful thoughts. Yet, my white-out pressure cannot handle such youthful stress. Therefore, to survive, I must keep my mission in sight.
As I run into the store, confusion strikes me as I see all the signs and people and items. How can I even find the white-out tape? After frantically running around for what seemed like an hour, I see my prince in shining armor, Joey, at the register flagged by the number three. He has already purchased his item and is walking out of the store. Am I to go home with Joey, or am I to look for the white-out tape and be rest assured that I will live a longer, yet lonely and selfish life at Staples? After a brief moment of deep thought, I make my way back to the bicycle. It was my duty to remain loyal to Joey and I will go with him, whatever it may cost me (I know I will have to pay for it dearly with my life). Moreover, by going with Joey, I will at least be able to express my last goodbye to the individuals in Pencil Case City—then, it will be my end.
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The Adventure of Mr. W.O.
NouvellesA short story that I wrote this summer just for the fun of it and for an assignment. Not that great but had an awesome time writing it!
