1 August 2011

Set in the rural 1960s, but somehow former president Lincoln managed to be in the picture.

I was at school with my friend. Everything was fine until our teacher accused us of witch craft. We ignored it and moved on through our day as per usual. Now, freedom time arises, so we leave, the hell hole known as primary school, to rush to the bus. While getting on the bus, I encountered creatures that made my teacher seem like a saint-- they were fellow class mates.

Plenty of them had the audacity to spit and flick their saliva and holy water at us. One girl ironically mentioned how we "aren't supposed to be in touch with witch craft," when shE WAS USING SORCERY TO MAKE THE CHAIR FLIP ON ITS OWN!!1! I digress.

So, as my friend was hopping off the bus, our bus driver told me to shimmy out with her because going half a mile down would obviously be too much trouble. I reluctantly left and stood on the side of the road. As the bus begins to abandon me, I reached behind me to pull out a star from my backpack. Star in hand, the space between earth and my feet begins to grow farther apart.

I feel a rush in my body and the next thing I know I'm bolting across the terrain nearing my house. As I arrived, my brother was just chilling on a life guard seat in our front yard. My sister popped her head out the front door but soon retreated back inside. When I reached the ground, my brother left without a greeting and went inside as well.

As I approached the front door my father, Abraham Lincoln, frowned at me.