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I'm listening to this German radio station,and I wanna know--why are all the songs in English?
I don't own Naruto.
Okay, so I discovered that AJ Smith is a real person XD but I only named this guy AJ Smith 'cause it stands for Average Joe and Smith is supposed to be an uber-popular last name--although I've never met anyone with the last name Smith . . .
Okay, so this chapter just kind of explains what really happened, it's better than what I originally wrote, so--enjoy!^^
What Really Happened
Mr. AJ Smith looked at his cup of Kool-aid. It was red—that usually meant it was a good flavor, right? He took a sip and then gagged—it was disgusting!
He spit the stuff back into the cup and set it on the table, grimacing.
Who in God's name is in charge of coming up with new Kool-aid flavors? He thought. They need fired!
He fingered the fake bullet wound on his forehead. The stupid things still wouldn't come off—he had just come from a costume party and while there, learned that you're not supposed to superglue the fake wounds to your body. He was just too accident prone—the only reason he was staying at the gun lodge was because he had accidentally run into a stop sign a few miles away and is car had decided to quit working.
He accidentally bumped into the table and knocked the cup to the floor.
"Oh, damn." He reached down quickly and accidentally slammed his head into the table-top. He fell to the floor—unconscious.
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A few hours later, he woke up. He had this strange feeling that someone had been watching him earlier.
He rubbed his sore head and left the room to find Baki, the manager. Maybe he would just call a tow-truck instead of waiting for his mom to come get him (^o^, I just think that's hilarious! I didn't originally have it in here and I started cracking up when I typed it ^^).
He wandered around the lodge, unable to find anyone.
"Where could everyone have gone?" He knew there was a school group staying there—he saw them earlier shooting at each other like any teenagers with guns would do.
He was busy picking up a vase he had just knocked over when the room was suddenly filled with police. He was shoved to the ground and had a gun or two pointed at his head.
Many embarrassing explanations later, AJ learned that supposedly, one of the customers had been murdered.
Baki and the other adults came running out of the game room after hearing the commotion and spotted the "dead" man talking with the police.
"That's the man that was shot!" Yashamaru exclaimed.
"Huh? Shot?" AJ was so confused. So he was supposed to be the dead customer?
"I think there's been a misunderstanding." A police officer said.
"No shit, Sherlock!" Tsunade growled—she wasn't in a good mood; half of her students had disappeared and not come back.
AJ explained his embarrassing story once again. He apologized so many times, that he felt like his mouth would fall off—Tsunade whished it would fall off.
After finally discovering what had really happened, Tsunade went in search of her missing students.
AJ headed out to his car, which had been towed a few hours ago, and wondered if he should his mother about his eventful day—probably not. He looked up as three rental-vans drove by.
There were about fifteen teenagers staring at him as if he were . . . He didn't know, a zombie, or something.
Thank you all for reading!!
I have a new story to be posted soon--The Case of the Missing Sasuke!!
It's uber-short, so you won't have to worry about me missing deadlines^^
Ciao!
