I'm not really looking for serious reviews on this one; it's just for fun!
--Inspired by true events--
My homework?
Oh.
I, um,
I don't have it.
Well, yes, I suppose I did know
it was due today.
This really is unfortunate.
Because, as I'm sure you know,
Ms. Green,
I always turn my work in on time.
In fact I have a 97 in this class.
And an unquenchable love
for pre-calculus.
And a zero would really,
really hurt my heart.
And my report card.
Oh, but I did do the work.
Yes ma'am,
I went right home and did it.
Every last problem.
Took me half the night,
but I said to myself,
"You are strong.
You are not a quitter.
You always finish your homework."
And I finished that homework,
Ms. Green.
Well, that's not the whole story;
no, of course not.
You see, my homework
was in my locker this morning.
And I was on my to get it
before this class.
But then something happened.
Someone took my arm.
It was a boy.
A very handsome boy.
In fact it was the boy I like.
And so he started talking to me--
and walking--past my locker--
and pulling me with him--
and, well, what could I do?
He walked me all the way here.
To this class.
And then the bell rang.
It was too late!
Too late to go get my homework.
And that is the sad,
sad story.
Ms. Green,
I really do believe fate hates me.
Bring it after school?
Oh . . . well . . .
Well, uh,
I didn't want to say this,
but I think someone
may have stolen it.
You see,
there was this really suspicious-looking guy
hanging around my locker this morning. . . .
