Class Clown

Murphy was sitting at his desk reading his favorite book, “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.”

He wasn’t a very smart kid, he kept to himself and avoided conflict. His hair was red, his skin was pale and his nose always went blood red when he got nervous, which the kids would regularly tease him for by calling him the Class Clown.

The class was always rowdy and in complete chaos, with kids never listening to the teacher, Ms. Daily because she would just watch her favorite shows on her phone with her headphones on.

Murphy was reading his book, when Danny decided to come up behind him and give him a wet willie. Murphy was confused as he jumped out of the way once he felt his ear cold and wet.

“You’re such a boring clown, clowns are supposed to be stupid and funny, but you’re just stupid!,” Danny said with a big smirk on his face, “My little brother can read that book faster than you and he’s only 5.”

Murphy tried to ignore Danny, he usually would just leave him alone and move on to the next kid to pick on if Murphy ignored him.

Noticing that Murphy just went back to reading his book, annoyed Danny more than usual. “Hey, I’m talking to you.” Danny shouted at him, but Murphy continued to ignore him. This annoyed Danny to the point that he kicked the side of Murphy’s desk causing it to tip over and fall on its other side. A loud crash made the whole class pay attention. Then, the whole class began to laugh at Murphy, his nose got really red, to which everyone began to chant “Class Clown, Class Clown, Class Clown!”

Ms. Daily glanced at the situation for a moment but then went back to her phone.

Murphy got up slowly, but he wasn’t wearing a sad face or nervous at all, his face was completely stoic. He went to the back of the class where all the backpacks were piled up, put his bag on and went towards the front door.

“You going to go cry to the principal again, you poor little baby crier.” Yelled Danny across the classroom.

Murphy reached for the door, locking it.

Murphy reached into his backpack, and pulled out the handgun he stole from his oldest brother’s closet.

His brother had a lot of bullets.

screaming ensued

yelling

banging on the window and walls as everyone tried to escape

The room fell almost silent with only loose papers that had flown up and were now slowly falling to the ground.

He tucked in his uniform, as it had come undone from the back.

“I’ve got to admit, I expected a little more pizzazz if I’m being completely honest” said Murphy to the silent room.

He put his gun back into his bag and exhaled a breath of relief, “Man that felt good.”

Then he heard a coughing noise, as if chocking on water. He grabbed for his gun again and walked towards the source of the sounds slowly. A few bodies were covering her, but her head was still visible. In seeing him, her eyes opened twofold. It was Ms. Daily. Her choking grew faster, and she wiggled more and more, trying to escape but it was futile, she was stuck and under the mercy of this murderer. “Any last words before the end of this amazing performance, Ms. Daily?” Murphy said.

Her chocking continued, but was still able to blurt out a muffled word, “Why… why?” Showing her teeth in pain, with blood flooding out of her mouth.

“You see, I just don’t like this school, I don’t like the students, the teachers, and I really don’t appreciate the name Class Clown, which everyone loves to call me so much.”

He pressed the mouth of the gun against her forehead with a smile on his face.

“It’s funny, you call me a clown but y’all are the ones always clowning around. HAHAHAAHAHA!!”

a bullet fires and the room finally goes dead silent

It was so quiet you wouldn’t have guessed that just 5 minutes earlier kids were playing around and jumping off desks, paper footballs, running around the class, boys kissing girls, girls kissing boys, shooting spitballs, with the teacher at her desk just ignoring the students’ antics and watching her shows with her headphones on*

Murphy walked back towards his desk, picked it up and sat back down. He went back to the page he had left on and began reading, “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie…”

War Chief

The woods were clattering, leaves restless, the rain was pouring heavier now.

“Don’t let them take me, just let me go and I will never return” she pleaded. Kerra was stoic, she remained unmoved by her emotions.

“I have a duty to uphold and a responsibility to my people” Kerra responded.

“I’ll do anything, I will fight your fight, I will be your slave if that’s what you desire but just let me live” Tears began to roll down Lira’s cheeks, “Give me another day, please!”

“This is the way of our people and what would they do to me if I didn’t execute you now? What would they think of me if I let you live? No, you die here and now, and I will ascend” said Kerra.

On her knees with her arms tied behind her back, Lira lowered her head. She knew there was nothing she could say to escape her fate.

Kerra stepped towards her and moved Lira’s hair to reveal her neck. “I will make sure it’s a clean cut” Kerra said raising her blade up in the air.

“Thank you sister” Lira responded with her voice wavering through the tears, “You will make a great war chief”

For a second, everything felt clear, she was about to ascend by removing the purity out of her life and becoming the war chief her people needed her to be.

She let the blade come down, with a fierceness. Clean cut, right through, with Lira’s head toppling into the puddle of mud. Kerra’s heart was pumping, her face was hot. She had finally ascended and become war chief of her people. An adrenaline was pumping throughout her body and to her chest, like if her heart was about to explode out of her very being.

The clattering of the woods began to subside. The rain turned to a faint drizzle. A hand pressed on her shoulder, startling Kerra slightly, “Breathe, just breathe. Don’t let them see you waver Kerra, don’t let them see you feel. They are watching you like vultures and only strength matters to them now.”

Kerra took a deep breathe and then another, “I know mother, I am war chief now and I will march us into the future. Nothing will hold me back.”

The Rainbow Room (1/3)

“I have to go honey, now get out the car and go inside because I need to leave already,” said Jane.

“I don’t want to, can’t I just come to work with you” said Maribel.

“No, you can’t come and I’m already late so go inside and I’ll pick you up at four” responded Jane more assertively.

“But you won’t even know I’m th-” started Maribel, Jane was now more agitated, “What has gotten into you Maribel, be a good girl and listen, okay!”

Maribel gave up her resistance and opened the passenger door and stepped outside, grabbing her backpack, “I love you mommy…” then closed the car door.

Jane pulled out of the driveway quickly and sped out in a hurry.

Maribel was hesitant, she didn’t like to come to this daycare anymore, it used to be her favorite place but now it just felt hollow. She used to love it so much because of all the fun she would have and the fact that she would get to see all her friends, but now just the thought of this place made her stomach turn.

The Other Place

Two figures could be seen walking hand in hand, one smaller than the other.

“Mommy… where are we?” said the little girl.

“I don’t know honey, but we need to keep walking.” said the woman.

“I’m scared…” started the little girl, “I don’t like this place, can we just go home please?”

The little girl began to tug her arm away from her mother, “I don’t want to go that way anymore, I want to go home mommy, why can’t we just go back ho-“

“Stop it Lani, you need to stop acting like a little child” The mother paused, “We need to keep walking forward, we can’t go home anymore.”

Lani gave up her attempt to convince her mother to turn back, and let herself be pulled.

An hour had passed, Lani was getting restless but didn’t want to upset her mother again. She was hesitant to ask a question that had been bugging her since they first started on this path.

“Mommy, is it my fault we are walking this way?” Lani’s soft voice said, “I didn’t mean to make Daddy so mad, I just wanted him to stop.” She had been feeling guilty and now she finally said what had been on her mind.

Her mother stopped in her tracks and stood completely still lowering her head, for she could no longer deny her emotions. She turned around and got on one knee to face Lani and started to embrace her. Lani could feel tears soaking the right shoulder of her pajamas, “I’m sorry mommy I didn’t m-” said Lani.

“It’s my fault- Lani…” Her mother’s voice cracked, with tears rolling down her face “I should’ve been stronger, I should’ve done something sooner and now it’s too late…” She took a deep breathe and raised her head away from Lani, looking her in the face. Her eyes were watery with cheeks still puffy and soaked from the tears, “You did nothing wrong Lani, you are my special girl” She let out a small smile, “I need you to be strong for me and follow where I go okay?”

“Okay mommy, I’ll be strong…” said Lani, not wanting to let her mother down.

Her mother stood back up and turned away from Lani, walking towards the light.

Lani followed quickly behind her mother.

They were on their way to where light shined bright, where things were calm and best, they were on their way to the other place, where their souls could finally rest.

Romance In 2018

*both vaping*

Her: You’re the only one I want in my Gucci Gang.

Him: Fam, when I first saw your Selfie I thought “Slay” and swiped up. 

*both with tears in their eyes*

Her: We should Snapchat this moment, so our followers can know.

*a smile cracks from his lips*

Him: Same…

Her: Same…

*they didn’t Snapchat and instead did Instagram stories*

Pressure

The closet is dead silent, not one of the three girls is able to keep from fidgeting, but they won’t dare make a whisper. If a peep comes out of either of their mouths, the strangers in the house may hear them.

“As long as we keep quiet and stay in the closet,” Sarah thought, “the strangers will just take Mother’s pearls and maybe Father’s extra horse.” This thinking calmed her, she breathed a bit slower now. The men opened and slammed doors throughout the house, they ran up and down the stairs. So much clatter came from father’s office as they pushed his things off his desk and pulled out the drawers.

Emily started to whimper, she was sitting on top of Sarah’s lap because she was the smallest of the three girls.

“You need to be quiet” whispered Sarah into her ear. “They will leave soon I promise,” The whimpering from Emily continued, Jane started to nudge Emily on her belly with her elbow, “Shhh… Keep quiet” The whimpering from Emily stopped. Sarah’s lap started to feel very warm, then in a matter of seconds the smell began to engulf their tiny hiding space.

The ruckus continued from their father’s office but now footsteps could be heard coming from outside their bedroom door. “Have you guys checked this room yet!?” No response came from the others. The door slowly creaked open as the man entered the girls’ bedroom. He rushed for under the bed, searching for something of value, he ran towards the dresser ripping out the dresser drawers and slamming them against the wall.

Sarah used both hands to cover Emily’s mouth. He found a few pendants and necklaces and pushed them into the pockets of his jacket. He scanned the room and noticed the closet door, “I wonder what’s in here..” Sarah’s heart tightened, Jane held her breathe. He stepped closer, his arm stretched out and clutched the closet door handle. The handle began to turn. Sarah didn’t know what to do, they were trapped.

He suddenly let go and his footsteps were quick to walk out of the room. Outside of the room the men were grouping together, huddling up and ready to leave the house. One of the men said, “Hey we forgot to raid that room,” and started for the bedroom of the girls. “I already checked it, I got everything worth getting, plus the room smells like piss!”

The men left the house in a hurry, slamming out the front door and getting on their horses and riding off.

Ms. Davis

“Ms. Davis will see you now.” said the secretary.

Riley’s breathing was a little heavy, she hadn’t felt this giddy in a long time. This was her big opportunity to get her foot in the door with Goldman Sachs.

She stood up from her seat, shook herself off, put on a big smile and walked through the office door.

Ms. Davis’ office was a little smaller than she expected, it was cluttered with binders and folders stacked up around the small room, like mini skyscrapers. Hilda Davis was on the phone looking up grinning, signaling with her index finger to wait a moment. “I actually have an interview so I’ll have to catch up with you later, thanks again for the call Frank,” She hung up the phone, “Hello!” she started, “So sorry for the mess,” she stood up from her desk and started walking towards Riley, extending her arm out, “I hope the wait wasn’t too long.” They shook hands.

“Not at all,” Riley answered.

Ms. Davis, quickly turned and walked back to her seat, “Are you thirsty, did Hillary offer you a bottle of water?” “No, no, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” responded Riley.

Riley was still standing with her left hand clutching her resume binder. “Please take a seat Hun or else your feet are going to hurt if you stand the whole interview.” Riley pulled out a seat.

“Okay, where are you.” Ms. Davis started to search between the many papers which cluttered her desk, “Where is it… I just had it.” She flipped through papers and folders, sliding piles of files out of the way, “Here we go, Riley Peterson.”

Hilda Davis had such a motherly tone of voice, like she had never said “No” a day in her life. She wore dingy old glasses, nice lipstick but on her lips it looked cheap. She was wearing a yellow slim dress with lots of flowers all over it, with heavily padded shoulders which made her look even tinier with her skinny frame. This was not the woman Riley wanted to work for, but she needed her start in the company.

Hilda quickly skimmed through Riley’s resume, “Interesting, so why Goldman Sachs?”

Riley started, “Well everyone knows Goldman Sachs for one, and it’s a great com-“

“Let me stop you there,” Hilda Davis’ jolly voice was now a bit more serious, she took off her glasses looked directly into Riley’s eyes, “Do you really want this job… I don’t want any bullshit from you okay, give me your full honesty and maybe I’ll give you a shot.” Her face was stoic and unflinching.

Riley was caught off guard, Ms. Davis had quickly switched up on her. Riley had two choices, to keep up the fake smile and play stupid, or to be completely blunt with Ms. Davis.

Riley took a deep breath, “Okay, you want to know the truth, I’m here to make money and grow as fast as possible, and you are my IN” she stopped, almost unable to believe what had just come out of her mouth. She played it cool with her shaking right leg being her only tell, that she was the most nervous she’d ever been in her entire life.

“Wow, you almost told me the truth, but not completely.” Hilda smirked, “Let me ask you the same question in a different way. Why Goldman Sachs and not JPMorgan… and this time don’t hold back.”

“What was the point of this question, is this some kind of test?” Riley thought. She paused again for a moment and took another deep breath, “Honesty…” she thought.

“I’d much rather be working for JPMorgan, they are a larger market cap, they have more room to grow and honestly the pay would probably be higher, but right now they aren’t hiring and you guys are.” Riley finished, she had never been so free to say what she thinks before, it almost felt wrong.

Hilda nodded her head, tapped her left thumb on her desk a few times and bit her upper lip.

Riley knew she had trashed her chances with the company, she should of just kept the fake smile.

All that work she had put in, all those years at university and she just threw a great opportunity out the window by being too honest with Ms. Davis. She almost got right up and ran out the door in shame but stayed glued sitting in her seat, waiting for Hilda Davis’ reaction.

“Wow, if that’s the truth then I probably shouldn’t even consider you for the position…” she started, “but the one thing I value more than Loyalty, is Honesty, and plus…. I think I can change your mind about Goldman Sachs…. Can you start tomorrow?”

The Mad Cooks

“All I’m saying is that I don’t get why some people like Fettuccine but not Linguine if they’re both noodles.” Said Jeremy.

“Are you trying to make me mad?” responded Anthony.

“I’m completely serious, why?” again Jeremy.

“Okay first of all, you uncultured swine,” started Anthony, “they are both pastas, and no they are totally not the same thing, Fettuccine is thicker and has a bolder taste, its richer… Linguine is okay but nowhere in comparison.”

“Um, first of all, fuck you bitch. Linguine is way better and yeah you’re right Fettuccine isn’t really worth putting it in the same category because Fettuccine is complete garbage.” Jeremy louder now.

“Okay, that’s it, I”m sick of your shit…. I’m kicking your ass!”

They wrestled each other to the ground, pulling out each other’s hair and ripping clothes

“Guys!” Kyle burst into the kitchen, “Why are you guys fighting? There’s customers in the restaurant.” He said firmly from across the kitchen.

“Stupid Jeremy here, actually believes that Linguine is better than Fettuccine.” Anthony struggled, not letting Jeremy get the upper hand on him.

“So you guys are fighting about Spaghetti!?” asked a confused Kyle.

Suddenly, Jeremy and Anthony lessened their grips on each other and were no longer trying to get the upper hand on each other. They both shot up off the ground in a fury and bolted towards Kyle.

Quickly Kyle burst out the doors screaming after they began to chase after him.

Angrily they both ran after Kyle out of the kitchen, and then out of the restaurant, “They are not Spaghetti!” They both shouted, “We are kicking your ass when we get our hands on you!”

Dating Bio

I don’t even know why I’m on here, my friends made me do this. I’m a humble Christian loving woman looking for something serious so please don’t waste my time. Absolutely no hook-ups, so if that’s what you’re looking for, feel free to swipe left. I am the mother of two angels and they mean the world to me. I love Starbucks and Target, they are my favorite places in the whole world. I’m 5’4″ (very tall) so if you’re not at least 6 feet tall then don’t even bother. Boys can’t handle a woman like me, so only swipe right if you’re a real man. I never message first, so if you want to talk to me then message me.

**McDonald’s is not considered a date!**

P.S. I might have accidentally swiped right because of your dog.

LOVE

God blessed me the first day I saw her, I just knew she had to be mine. Her smile can light up the night sky, the curves on her are endless, her laugh sounds like the laugh of an angel, and her hair is long, rich and wavy like a vibrant red river. I fall more in love with her every single night that she spends in my home. Some days are better than most and she loves to try and fool me into thinking that I can do better than her but the truth is, I don’t want anyone else but her. If only she knew how much I care about her and that I would do anything to keep her. She burns the fuel that pumps my heart and gives me a reason to wake up in the morning, to go downstairs and feed her. I personally believe that if you really love someone, you do whatever it takes to make them yours. I only wish for once, I could take off the chains and she wouldn’t try and escape.