Hi my name is Paul, I am an alien. I have a baby flying pig as a pet. I live on Jupiter and it has many flying pigs there, and they poop out their babies. "Yes it's weird but I guess it not that bad but that's ok, I've got porkers as my friend." Porkers is my log, he means the world to me, I'd risk my life for this little guy. Kipster and Molly adopted me when I was an egg, like I said I've never fit in but they love me for me and I love them. So its now 8:00am I have to get ready or I'll be late for school again. I think I might walk to school today its really nice out, ok Paul grab your bag and get outta. *cheep* *chirp* "oh great the ball birds are out" sighed Paul. I keep walking and I see my friend Dante, we've been friends since we were four when we met at school I was getting bullied and Dante stuck up for me and since then we've been friends. We've been quite the rascals latley though Mr.Capelli hasn't expanded on our punishment that much lately only going to see Mr.Globster and he's not even that bad. He usually let's use go home early because we never have homework and were always done everything but for some reason we love trouble and today we got in deep trouble. Dante passed me a note asking why Andy wasn't talking to me and I wrote *because I asked her why she was so moody when she came out of the class room with her parents and the teacher *later I found out she had flunked two exams and her pig just died. I've got really bad timing it seems, the teacher had took the note and read it out loud and as he did Andy looked at me with a very wierd look that did not suit her, it looked like she just hit a window. anyways that happened and the same time Dante slipped out and when he came back he screamed "THE TROLLS IN THE DUNGEON!" Almost immediately he was kicked out and I for some reason was to. Now were in detention again doing nothing but staring at Mr. Blogster snore, "hey Paul wanna try something?" Said as I looked over at him smiling. "What do you have in mind?" I say as my smile reaches the length of his, "let's balance a cup on his face instead of arm today and whoever can't get it to balance has to buy the winner lunch tomorrow" I consider this challenge and go for although its not that bad unless something goes terribly wrong but what could go wrong? "Challenge accepted!" I shout in a low whisper but he's already up there trying to balance the cup on his forehead I might not even get a chance because he's almost got it. Then there's a loud crash and the door swings open Mr.Globster wakes up but its instantly back down again after hitting the cup and pigs come racing in at full speed I get knocked Noe somewhere in the mix, then blackness.
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