It was a warm, sunny Saturday morning when it all started (come on, I live
in England, sunshine is a cause for a national holiday). The horrific,
evil monstrosity was just waiting for me when I walked into my room. I was
terrified, never in my life had I been in a situation more hopeless. I did
the only thing I could, I tied up my hair, grabbed some bin bags and
started to tidy underneath my bed.
Some of you may be thinking..under the bed, hah, people have to tackle worse than that on a daily basis you pansy….but I'll have you know, there is a deep and terrible malevolence down there in the dark. Just you ask my mother.
There I was for hours battling the dust that attacked from all directions, rescuing cups left right and centre when suddenly, after all my toil and in sight of victory it struck. That's how the evil demons of under the bed work you see, they wait, bide their time, build your hopes until you can almost grasp glory and then BAM all is lost. I'd just reached forward to grasp a sheet of paper from the back near the wall, which looked suspiciously like the important coursework coversheet that I lost a month ago, when I felt myself falling……….
Bare with me, this will get more lord of the ringsy in the next few chapters. I'm bored, I can't be bothered revising for my A-levels and writing nonsensical drivel (aka my story) is keeping me amused for a while.
Some of you may be thinking..under the bed, hah, people have to tackle worse than that on a daily basis you pansy….but I'll have you know, there is a deep and terrible malevolence down there in the dark. Just you ask my mother.
There I was for hours battling the dust that attacked from all directions, rescuing cups left right and centre when suddenly, after all my toil and in sight of victory it struck. That's how the evil demons of under the bed work you see, they wait, bide their time, build your hopes until you can almost grasp glory and then BAM all is lost. I'd just reached forward to grasp a sheet of paper from the back near the wall, which looked suspiciously like the important coursework coversheet that I lost a month ago, when I felt myself falling……….
Bare with me, this will get more lord of the ringsy in the next few chapters. I'm bored, I can't be bothered revising for my A-levels and writing nonsensical drivel (aka my story) is keeping me amused for a while.