Yesterday, the bus was going down that big main street right outside of town, the one where that building burned down. Suddenly the bus driver slams on the brakes and the whole bus skids and I hit my head on the seat in front of me. But the bad part was that my ice cream fell out of the cone and rolled away under the seats. Later some lady starts yelling saying that her new dress is ruined and who put ice cream on the floor. But I had already eaten the cone so they didn’t know it was me. Which is good ‘cause I didn’t want to walk home.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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