The Stickman
By: Wolfie The Flaming Wolf
It was an average day for me. I just sat in class doodling away at stickmen and other random things that came to my mind. It was math class and I was sitting next to my brother. We were having a stickman war with each other. It seemed like nothing was happening, except for the boring teaching from our teacher. During the middle of the fight, my pencil broke. I fished out another pencil from my bag and continued drawing my stickman. He was wielding a sword. That's when he started to move. My stickman had come to life. Shocked, I nudged my brother and showed him. He pulled out a pencil identical to mine, and he drew a stickman. His stickman also came to life. We spent what felt like hours making our stickmen fight. Suddenly, I looked up to see my teacher looming above me and my brother. He took our pencils and walked off. With nothing else to do, my brother and I just sat and watched the last of our stickmen fight out the battle for the victor.