ART + LIFE
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intro*** my name is Gumm Pasqual and I have a pet bat named Bom-Bom!!! (back 2 story***) It’s Sunday, and Bom-Bom and I were lying around doing nothing. Bom-Bom falls of the couch and drags me with him.
“ Ouch! What the hell, Bom-Bom?!” I yell.
“ Oopsie..” he smiles innocently and shrugs.
“ You better..”
As I start to get back on the sofa I realize: don’t we have anything else to do?? Are we really that BORING???
“ Yup.”
I turn to look at Bom-Bom.
“ Yup what?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“ Okay then…” I say, “ Bom-Bom, let’s go out and find something to do.”
We approach the park and see a large amount of people line up in a row.
“ Must be a race or something,” I say to Bom-Bom, “ let’s go ask that lady at the booth.”
“ Excuse me, miss,” I say, “ could you tell us what’s going on here?”
“ Us?” she looks around for a while, then she looks up at Bom-Bom.
“EEEEEEK!” she tips over on her chair.
“ Whoa! Are you alright, lady??” I rush over to help her up.
“ No, no, no! Please do not touch me!” she pleads.
“ What’s the matter with you??” I ask. Bom-Bom flutters in a little closer.
“ Aaah!!!” she shrieks and thrashes her arms at Bom-Bom.
“ Stop it!” I grab her hands, “ you have nothing to be afraid of! My pet bat could never hurt anyone even if he tried.”
“ Hmph!” says Bom-Bom.
“ Oh.” she dusts herself off, “ in that case, Swanson Park is holding a race. Whoever wins gets a Harley motorbike.” she explains. I notice that she has a thick, hardly understandable accent. German maybe. I’m not even sure if she said Harley or motorbike.
“ A motorbike? Hmm… oh, what the hay. Can we still enter?”
“ yes. Just sign here.” I write down my signature. Then Bom-Bom writes his name in kindergarten letters. The lady looks at me, shocked.
“ Well he has hands, doesn’t he?” I say.
After she gives me the directions of where we are supposed to turn to make it to the finish line, Bom-Bom and I get warmed up at the starting line. The flare gun roars and everyone takes off. But no one can keep up with me! I’m about a mile- and- a-half ahead from everyone then Bom-Bom and I reach a fork in the road. We decide to choose the path on the right.
“ The lady said to go the right path… Right Bom-Bom?” I ask. I try to sound as confident as I can, but I’m actually not sure at all, and I think Bom-Bom knows it. It’s been a while, and there’s no sign of a finish line. I feel like I’m stuck in a bad dream. The surroundings are foggy and dark, like if we’ve wandered into the woods or a jungle. I slowly stop running. Bom-Bom floats onto the ground.
“ Bom-Bom, I’m sorry to tell you that I think we went the wrong way.”
“ Oooh…” he moans.
“ Should we keep going, turn back, or stay to see if someone else will take the wrong way?” I ask him.
“ Stay.” he insists.
I’m impatient to the point where I get bored in 2 minutes and a start to do stupid things like bang my head on a tree, which I am doing. But then I stop.
“ Bom-Bom, this isn’t working.” I tell him, “ let’s go back.” We were walking for about five minutes, then a guy comes along. He doesn’t seem lost, he looks like he’s trying to find something. Then he sees us.
“ Hello there!” he says, “ are you lost, miss?”
“ uh, yeah.” I respond.
“ I was told to come looking for anyone who might have taken the wrong way.” he explains, “you’re the first one I’ve seen, actually.” I turn red with embarrassment.
“ Oh, sorry” he says, “ I didn’t mean it that way. Are you the only one?”
“ I think it’s just me and my bat.”
“ Did you say bat?” He looks over at Bom-Bom and starts to run away all freaked-out.
“ Some hero you are!!” I chase after him. Still running, he looks over his shoulder and his head crashes into a big tree branch. I laugh a little. He lays still on the floor.
“ That’s what you get. Next time you decide to rescue somebody, don‘t. Oh, and remember to-- Uh-oh.” As I get closer to him, he looks like he might be..
“ Are you dead???” I rattle him by his shoulders, “ HELLO? HELLO?!” I slowly walk away. “ We’ll just let that problem work itself out…” I tell Bom-Bom.
We eventually get out of the woods and take the other path. We run as fast as we can, even though we’re sure we’ve lost by a long-shot. Then finally, we reach the finish line and to my surprise, the white tape hasn’t been torn. That must mean that…
“We WON!!” I scream as we rip through the tape.
“Yay!” cries Bom-Bom. We hug each other and jump uncontrollably.
“ Congratulations!” says this one lady. “you’ve won….” she removes a long cloth from an object. “A BARNEY TODDLER-TRIKE!!!”
I blush cherry-red. My jaw drops and practically almost breaks off my skull.
“WHAT???” I ask. “b-but, but, but…the lady said….” I gasped. So she didn’t say Harley motorbike!!
“Yippee!” Bom-Bom claps his hands.
“So I went through all of that for nothing!?” I cry. But then I look over at Bom-Bom and realize how thrilled he is. I sigh.
“whatever..” I look around and descry the guy that I thought was dead. He glares at me. He mouths the words,“ thanks a lot” I just stick my tongue out at him. After all, he’s the one who tried to ditch me. At least I did it right. Then I look at the huge bandage on his head, and I think to myself; I hope it leaves a scar, you kitty. Then we walked back home and laid down on the couch.
“ Ouch! What the hell, Bom-Bom?!” I yell.
“ Oopsie..” he smiles innocently and shrugs.
“ You better..”
As I start to get back on the sofa I realize: don’t we have anything else to do?? Are we really that BORING???
“ Yup.”
I turn to look at Bom-Bom.
“ Yup what?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“ Okay then…” I say, “ Bom-Bom, let’s go out and find something to do.”
We approach the park and see a large amount of people line up in a row.
“ Must be a race or something,” I say to Bom-Bom, “ let’s go ask that lady at the booth.”
“ Excuse me, miss,” I say, “ could you tell us what’s going on here?”
“ Us?” she looks around for a while, then she looks up at Bom-Bom.
“EEEEEEK!” she tips over on her chair.
“ Whoa! Are you alright, lady??” I rush over to help her up.
“ No, no, no! Please do not touch me!” she pleads.
“ What’s the matter with you??” I ask. Bom-Bom flutters in a little closer.
“ Aaah!!!” she shrieks and thrashes her arms at Bom-Bom.
“ Stop it!” I grab her hands, “ you have nothing to be afraid of! My pet bat could never hurt anyone even if he tried.”
“ Hmph!” says Bom-Bom.
“ Oh.” she dusts herself off, “ in that case, Swanson Park is holding a race. Whoever wins gets a Harley motorbike.” she explains. I notice that she has a thick, hardly understandable accent. German maybe. I’m not even sure if she said Harley or motorbike.
“ A motorbike? Hmm… oh, what the hay. Can we still enter?”
“ yes. Just sign here.” I write down my signature. Then Bom-Bom writes his name in kindergarten letters. The lady looks at me, shocked.
“ Well he has hands, doesn’t he?” I say.
After she gives me the directions of where we are supposed to turn to make it to the finish line, Bom-Bom and I get warmed up at the starting line. The flare gun roars and everyone takes off. But no one can keep up with me! I’m about a mile- and- a-half ahead from everyone then Bom-Bom and I reach a fork in the road. We decide to choose the path on the right.
“ The lady said to go the right path… Right Bom-Bom?” I ask. I try to sound as confident as I can, but I’m actually not sure at all, and I think Bom-Bom knows it. It’s been a while, and there’s no sign of a finish line. I feel like I’m stuck in a bad dream. The surroundings are foggy and dark, like if we’ve wandered into the woods or a jungle. I slowly stop running. Bom-Bom floats onto the ground.
“ Bom-Bom, I’m sorry to tell you that I think we went the wrong way.”
“ Oooh…” he moans.
“ Should we keep going, turn back, or stay to see if someone else will take the wrong way?” I ask him.
“ Stay.” he insists.
I’m impatient to the point where I get bored in 2 minutes and a start to do stupid things like bang my head on a tree, which I am doing. But then I stop.
“ Bom-Bom, this isn’t working.” I tell him, “ let’s go back.” We were walking for about five minutes, then a guy comes along. He doesn’t seem lost, he looks like he’s trying to find something. Then he sees us.
“ Hello there!” he says, “ are you lost, miss?”
“ uh, yeah.” I respond.
“ I was told to come looking for anyone who might have taken the wrong way.” he explains, “you’re the first one I’ve seen, actually.” I turn red with embarrassment.
“ Oh, sorry” he says, “ I didn’t mean it that way. Are you the only one?”
“ I think it’s just me and my bat.”
“ Did you say bat?” He looks over at Bom-Bom and starts to run away all freaked-out.
“ Some hero you are!!” I chase after him. Still running, he looks over his shoulder and his head crashes into a big tree branch. I laugh a little. He lays still on the floor.
“ That’s what you get. Next time you decide to rescue somebody, don‘t. Oh, and remember to-- Uh-oh.” As I get closer to him, he looks like he might be..
“ Are you dead???” I rattle him by his shoulders, “ HELLO? HELLO?!” I slowly walk away. “ We’ll just let that problem work itself out…” I tell Bom-Bom.
We eventually get out of the woods and take the other path. We run as fast as we can, even though we’re sure we’ve lost by a long-shot. Then finally, we reach the finish line and to my surprise, the white tape hasn’t been torn. That must mean that…
“We WON!!” I scream as we rip through the tape.
“Yay!” cries Bom-Bom. We hug each other and jump uncontrollably.
“ Congratulations!” says this one lady. “you’ve won….” she removes a long cloth from an object. “A BARNEY TODDLER-TRIKE!!!”
I blush cherry-red. My jaw drops and practically almost breaks off my skull.
“WHAT???” I ask. “b-but, but, but…the lady said….” I gasped. So she didn’t say Harley motorbike!!
“Yippee!” Bom-Bom claps his hands.
“So I went through all of that for nothing!?” I cry. But then I look over at Bom-Bom and realize how thrilled he is. I sigh.
“whatever..” I look around and descry the guy that I thought was dead. He glares at me. He mouths the words,“ thanks a lot” I just stick my tongue out at him. After all, he’s the one who tried to ditch me. At least I did it right. Then I look at the huge bandage on his head, and I think to myself; I hope it leaves a scar, you kitty. Then we walked back home and laid down on the couch.
well i was diggin around in my old microsoft documents and i found this old story i wrote in 5th grade.^^
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HHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! XD I NEVER TYPED IN THE WORD "KITTY"!!!!! i typed in pus-- uh, nevermind!!... that is so funny!! XD it just sounds so gay with the word 'kitty' XD
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2007-03-21 19:35:37