Class Story

They did not live happily ever after, at least not together.  They each tried in their own way.  Day after day night after night.  They would make feeble attempts to save their marriage.  Not necessarily taking turns, but continuous efforts by both of them using their particular “skill sets” to enhance, entertain, feed or simply enjoy each other’s company. 

            Fancy meals were cooked.  Love notes were left in order to guide each other into a better mood with more positive outlooks on how the day would go. 

Their attempts just seemed to be wastes of air, time and space. Despite how they each felt, their hatred for one another beat out every positive emotion there could possibly be. Some happily ever this was supposed to be. But how could one escape such a fate, such a loveless circumstance without being the monster to the other. The fake smiling and laughing at each other could only last so long before they both snapped. Lucy would snap first. She had daydreamed about it countless times. Would she drive a knife through his heart? Or would she drive the knife through his rectum so he could feel the unending pain she once felt? She went to the kitchen bumping into every furniture on the way there, she felt his breathe just behind her so close it could snatch her life away. Run! Run! RUN! Is all she heard in her head, picturing herself as the jockey to her own body. Whipping her legs to just move in inch per minute faster to get away from the unknown attacker. Her heart racing with each moment and her thoughts moving like wind to think how to shake off this attacker. Wait, she finally realized she had pepper spray in her duffel bag. As the attacker came closer and closer the woman said “Hey, I have something for you.” The attacker, “Oh, I know you do, raising his knife in one hand, the gun in the other.” “Oh, right, you probably want my purse.” She handed it over and as he rummaged through it for bills of various denominations, she asked, shyly, “Don’t you want to know what I have for you?” “Huh? Oh right, yeah, what do you have for me?” (He might have said “duh”). I have a nice surprised waiting for you in the car go and get it. She reply why you do not “bring it to me here’’. I want you to go and get it for yourself. She opened up the car door and he pushed her from behind, violently. She fell into the car hitting her head on the steering wheel. She had hit her head so hard that she got knocked unconscious.  When she woke up she was in what looked to be an abandoned house there were no furniture and the wood floor was badly damaged. She got up and wiped her mouth only to feel it swollen and bloody. Immediate fear went through her body she go to her feet and ran to the door only to the door you can see before you escape here. Hurry up we don’t have enough time. Everybody follow me and we’ll run down to that tunnel. These creatures can appear in any moment. I also heard they’re increasing in size. Bigger than us humans. The children were fearing the worst, but we tried to stay as calm as possible to make sure that they would go screaming like maniacs. We hear the creatures sniffing. They probably sensed us already. We ran deeper into the cave as we could. Luckily they passed by so we were in the safe zone for now. Who knows if this is just a trick for them to wait for us to come out and snap, our heads get bitten off? Well, we had no choice, we had to go out sometime. Might as well go now. So we ran outside and they attacked, it was like some twisted rendition of the avatar. They were clearly the fire nation. We were not going to make it out of here alive. To my left some guy was smashing in his head with a baseball bat, to my right someone was literally smashing a baseball bat if you can catch my drift. Did that slide right by you? Did you get spilt between the two worlds? Okay, enough with my striking baseball jokes.  Some things you can let go dont’cha know.  Me brudda is from is half Jamaican half dragon tamer and you will respect the art brudda.  Now back to this fire bender you speak of.  Hes bald right? About 4ft tall and fights like the mightiest of hockey players.  His name is Bilbo baggins goes by the alias “LeprechaunY0M@amma69”.  If we don’t stop him he will find the gingerbread man. Oh look its bill cosby.