Chapter 8
I don't know what to say. I guess thanks to the people who have
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I am so proud of my Blind Little Buddy.
I'd just seen him surrounded by girls, getting asked questions.
He would smile and nod and answer them with polite sentences.
Okay.
Ew.
Who wants a guy like that?!
When we get home, I am soo teaching him to be bad.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the courtyard, heading for home. The rest of the gang was flying home, but I didn't really feel like it for some reason.
I hummed a bouncy tune to myself as I strode home, my mind on bikinis and cars.
And then, I was kidnapped.
I meen, what the heck?!
I get hit on by my friend, then a stranger, then my friend is hitting on women, and then, I get kidnapped.
Did the men really love me that much?
Soon, I was duck taped to a chair.
Okay, my opinion, my fellow evil readers who enjoy comedy.
DON'T USE FRIGGIN DUCT TAPE!
I mean, if you wanna be bad, use like, barb wire, or like, chains.
No ropes.
Ropes make you look like a pedestrian walking down the street with a poodle on his head.
Anyways, Im here. Totally kidnapped. Or maybe man-napped. Or bird-napped. Or HeShe-napped. I can't tell which one to put.
And I've been in this truck for a few hours, just a-waitin'. With a fricken rottwiler watching me hungrily.
I glanced at the large dog.
"Hey there buddy," I whispered to the dog in a soft voice.
"How you doin'? You hungry? If take off this tape, I'll give you a treat."
"Like what? Your face?"
My mouth dropped in surprise.
Did that dog just talk?!
Oh, wait, Total talked. Why should I be surprised?
Oh yeah, I know why.
'CAUSE I THOUGH TOTAL WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD!
Anyways, so, I striked up a nice conversation about good looking dogs, when the back door suddenly swung open.
"Hello, my love," Said a wiry man with a familliar Scottish accent.
"You!" I cried, struggling against my bonds.
"Yes, it is I, your creator. Yes, yes, I know, how could I be so horrible? Well, you see--" He never got to finish.
Now, this is the time when you expect a flock member to barge in and go all bad on his Scotty butt.
Nope.
Instead, my mom, Yeah my mom, barged in with a fricken' crowbar.
Now, my dear readers, that is one bad-momma!
She brought the crowbar down on the Scotty's head with a sickening thud.
Then, she untied me, put a leash on the dog, and we went home like nothing happened.
Yup.
Just another day in a He/She's life.
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