What the Duck

What the Duck

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"You have no idea what I'm capable of.", my attempt to sound intimidating was a complete fail. I didn't stand a chance against the champ of intimidating. Clearly, he agreed, he patted the top of my head and chuckled, "Don't take this personally, but I feel like I'm being threatened by a cupcake." With that said, Wyatt began walking down the hall and I didn't chase after him. I just simply called out as the bell rung and people started to fill up the halls. "We'll see about that, Porter!" "Yes, I will.", was the last thing I heard from him that day before the crowd swallowed him up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the story of how a duck got Olive Jane and Wyatt, two polar opposites, thrown in jail for the night and the madness that followed after.
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