tomshorts
My name is Philip Wilson, height 5'6, short jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and jet black eyebrows. Skin complexion, milky. Built, slim, hairless. Age 18, but I look younger. The university was closing for a two-week midterm break, rather than going on holiday. Went home. On the way, I stopped at a diner for something to eat and drink, sat down at a table, and took my phone out of the pocket of my shorts to call Mum. Got no answer, then continued eating.
Paid my bill and left the diner, walked over to my car, drove off home. The traffic was not too bad, so I got home on time. As I approached the house, I looked up the driveway, and Mum's car was not there. I parked my car and got out with my black bag full of my clothes from college, closing my car door behind me. Walked up the driveway, about to open the front door to the house, when I felt something was straying right into the back of my skull "It can't be", I said, turning around and saw a gang of squirrels with baseball bats in their small hands getting closer to me "Know lads, I just got home," I said.
Quickly, I opened the front door, but it was too late; the squirrels attacked.