When Boredom Hits

Deadliest thing on Earth

    When boredom hits you there's no turning back. This is one of the most deadly things in the world, and let me tell you why...
   
    Boredom is deadly because NO ONE and I repeat NO ONE can get you to have something to do. The Society of Boredom, SOB for short will come and take you away from your family. I am going to tell you some of the people who were victims of SOB. Okay I'll admit boredom is not deadly but you don't want to get it.

Trixie's story: Trixie was playing four square when she said "This is getting boring I don't want to play anymore." That's when SOB started loading up for capture. She sat on the doorstep and when the society arrived they said that they were her best friends parents there to pick her up to go to the sleepover she had that night. Trixie jumped in the car and they were off for the fortress.

James's story: He sat at his computer playing MineCraft when his eyes started to burn. James lay on his bed bored out of his mind, while SOB got ready to attack. They parked right outside his window, grabbed him, pulled him out the window and he was never seen again.

The reason I kept it to a list of 2 instead of naming everyone is so that you d0n't get bored. If you did get bored it would be my my fault. And I don't want you being taken away from your family.

    To this day posters for missing children hang all over the streets of New York City, Portland Oregon, Portland Maine, Seattle Washington and Detroit Michigan. Please try to decrease the number of children missing.

Now you see that boredom is a terrible, terrible thing. If you listen carefully you will hear me say these words: Boredom, it's a terrible thing. Please always have something to do, or you too will be taken by SOB.   Buuut... I will tell you more anyway.

Lila's Story: Lila was was on the bus home from school. Her phone had died from excessive texts back and forth with her best friend Trixie. She was super excited for the sleepover they had planned for the night. She rode a different bus because she moved to a different school the past year.

   Hang on let's pause a minute... for the rest of this story, I am going to continue with Lila... b-because it is actually interesting... unlike the other stories that I could tell. And you might actually read this one. Anyway, let's get on with it.

   Why her parents decided to move she had no idea. They didn't even move to a bigger house, it was smaller than her last house even, what was the deal with that? They had enough money, so that wasn't the problem. She had no clue. So she just chose not to think about that.
   Back to the bus, Lila hated reading. She only read books about climbing. That and hanging out with Trixie were the only things that brought her joy in life. Well, those and other random little things. So she didn't have a book handy obviously. And no other thing to do anything. So she was bored. And that was her first mistake. Her second was that she wasn't sitting with anyone so couldn't not be bored. That was her second. She only had one friend. Trixie. Everyone else she knew was rude, a follower, or they bugged her to death. Trixie was the only nice person. So she sat alone.
   She got off the bus and was snatched away. What? How could someone be so strong? Normally people can't pick up a 85lb 6th grader.
   Her head was bagged and she was thrown into a the back of a car. Judging by the room she had to squirm around, she was in the back of a van. Probably a black van. What is going on?
   She tried to remove the bag but instead realized that her hands her tied. Man, these people thought of everything!
   She wished she could climb up to her special perch in her sycamore tree. How she loved that tree. It was just so perfect. She loved to climb up to a very high branch and watch the sunset. If she could, she would sleep there all night. But she couldn't. She had to be home by 8:00 every night. She hated that rule. Lila was jostled back to reality when the van went over a speed bump. She heard someone groan and realized there were two other people in the trunk of the car. But who were they?
   "Hello?" she said into the darkness hoping they would hear.
   "Lila? Is that you?" she heard a familiar voice.
Sitting up hoping she was right about who the voice was she said             "Trixie?" Her voice quavered a little. She could be insane. But she wasn't.
   "LILA! Oh my god it's you!" Trixie broke out into tears. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I don't know."