You ask why I'm under the van. Well it's because there is a crazy zombie trying to eat my brains and it couldn't figure out a door, so I thought it won't get me in the van but I CAN'T GET IN THE VAN BECAUSE FRED HAS THE KEYS, it's so unfair just cos I'm only 14 doesn't mean I can't drive the van. Well I can drive it for so long before it crashes at least. For peaks sake's they let a 7 year old dog drive it though. Huff. Shhh zombies are coming, "arghhhhh it's got me help me. Oh high Captain America I didn't expect to see you here" "it's America" "ohh, yes . . . well, I'm new here" "arrrrrrrrr, who are you hideing from?" "the brain sucking zombies!" "oh okay, see you later then" "so your just leaving, I'm a fourteen year old girl defenceless against the zombie with no one to protect me and your leaving" "I don't how to fight zombie but here" he throws his shield to me, I fall over with the weight of it "thanks" "no problem" I crawl back under the groovy van dragging captian America's shield with me "don't scratch the paint work!" "sorry!" now where was I oh yea hanging on for dear life while hiding from zombies and the gang are no where to be seen.  And FYI the reason I'm under mystery Inc's van is because I am Scooby-Doo's apprentice and my job I to learn how to stuff as much food in my mouth as possible and eat it then being able to run away from monsters extremely fast after eating all that food, he he this I the first time I've been able to put my new knowledge to use. To be continued- (my epic life story) on wattpad Copyright: All rights reserved. If you haven't already guessed I'm not exactly normal, but that's what makes me well me. if you try hit me I'll kick your butt, kidding, actually I wasn't I was being serous. If you have a problem with me, who cares cos I won't. I like to think that in general I'm a nice person but I am aggressive, I defiantly LOVE animals that is forsore and I'll never ever hurt one, I'm a sagaterius i don't know how to spell that.