Drew has just put the flower in water and had begun to watch TV when his phone rang obnoxiously.
"What's up?" he asked.
"The kids never stop," his sister said. He could hear screeching in the background coming from his niece and nephew.
"What's the husband doing?"
"He better be getting onto them soon."
Sure enough, a man could be heard trying to bring the volume level down in the house.
"Katy, why aren't you doing anything to stop them?" her husband said.
"You try working with kids all day and coming home just to work with more!" Katy shouted through the door. She loved her kids dearly, but she could only handle them for so long, so she let her husband be the bad cop. He was unemployed at the moment, so there wasn't much preventing him from doing so.
"Best of luck to you," Drew said.
"I need it," Katy sighed, hanging up.
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Deathday Party
RandomThis was an English assignment from eighth grade. We were given a picture of a guy handing out flowers on a subway and a list of twenty-something words we had to include. Here's the aftermath of that.
