Sam Puckett in the Hands of Armageddon.
Sam ran down the street brandishing a sandal in one hand and a empty bag labeled Beef Jerky- Not for caught up to a guy with brown hair and a severe was evidenced by the repeated sneezing he was doing.
Sam whacked the guy over the head.
Hard. He fell over keeling in pain from the impact of a tan birkenstock smacking into his skull.
Thats what you get for eating the beef jerky, you nub. OW!, Germy cried out followed by a resounding ACHOO! You knew I wanted it! Sam s blond mane flew in Jeremy s eyes as she headbutted him.
Germy ripped the sleeve off of his shirt and pressed it to his head.
What is wrong with you? He gasped between wiping blood up and sneezing.
You are my problem. Get it nub? Sam wound up and prepared to shatter his cowered in his breath he prayed in English, Spanish and Hindi.
His eyes widened and he let loose with a loud sneeze directly in Sam s face.
AHH-CHOOO!, sneezed Jeremy, Oh God. Sam pulled Jeremy up and prepared to crush him but paused looking up. Ominous clouds gathered over ice-cold rain whipped down like tiny razor-blades blinding Sam.
This isn t over you nub, Sam yelled as she wandered blindly into the and Carly waved to her from under an umbrella that Sam shoplifted a week forgot the cardinal rule of crossing the street: Look both ways before crossing. A black BMW rounded the screamed for Sam to move seconds to screamed her voice cutting through the storm.
Quick,Freddie call 911, Carly yelled.T-Bo ran out of his restaurant and began the chest compressions and tried mouth to mouth.
Come on Sam not like this not like Eddie, T-Bo cried.
Freddie s mom pushed her way through the crowd and check the pulse of the rapidly cooling Sam Puckett.
It s no use, whispered Mrs. Benson, She s gone.