Snippet #1841281

Bright and beautiful was this morning for all those living in the land of Candykingdom. Up in the beautiful peppermint palace sat the Monkey King on his chocolate throne. He balanced a golden foil scepter on the palm of his hand. "Should I eat you now or later?" he asked the inanimate object. Suddenly the scepter started to vibrate wildly. It began to glow and grow into a horrible giant stick monster with two tree-like arms. The monster raised its head an let out a high pitched roar. 'AIIIIIIEE AIIIIIIE AIIEEEE'!! The monster swung one of it's massive arms and knocked the king through a window causing him to fall do his death. As he fell all he could say was. "You could of just said noooooooooooo."

BLAM!!! Yang fell head first onto the floor of his room. It was a rude awakening for him after a good dream turned into a nightmare. The horrible screeching noises were coming from his alarm clock on the corner of his desk. He reached up and quickly hit the snooze button. Checking the time he noticed that it was 7:30.......wait 7:30 he was gonna be late!! He hurriedly scooped up some school clothes and tossed them on as he stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom. He only stopped for a few seconds to grab some mouth wash and keep going until he got to the kitchen. He spat out what he had swished into the sink and stuffed two pieces of bread into his mouth. In a mere five minutes he was dressed and out the door speeding down the street to get to class.

Oh why hadn't I taken the offer to stay at the family house? he thought to himself as he ran. It was true that the Sohma house was closer to the school than his parent's home but he had not seen a need to move there yet. But if he was going to keep being late like this he might have to consider it. Soon enough he blazed past the house with a trail of dusting behind him. On might have thought he was the horse with the speed and energy he seemed to be going. He even passed by some of the others as he ran. He almost ran into Ai and Mikuo but quickly side stepped and spun around them. "Sorry!" he yelled back over his shoulder. He passed by a group of girls and other students as he started to get closer to the school. Soon he came upon the school grounds so he slowed his run to a brisk walk. Breathing heavily he used one hand to wipe some sweat from his forehead. He got to his locker and started to open it when he reached into it and stopped. It was then that he realized that he had forgotten his backpack at home. He grabbed both sides of his head and screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo!" He sank to his knees then fell completely to the ground and started to rolled around. In his back pack was his history report that was due today. If he went home now to get it he would be late for the third time this week and have to spend the next month on clean up duty by himself for his class as a punishment. But if he didn't turn in that assignment he would have to do an even longer report to make it up which would kill his writing hand.

Its a choice between the loss of one hand or the loss of my freedom. Yang thought to himself. Or I could just fake sick in class and then turn my report in tomorrow......Let's see what excuse haven't I used yet. He though of all the numerous excuses and sickness he had lied about having to get out of class and only there was only one he had not used yet. But it was a dangerous one that could out his secret in school. But this was an emergency of sorts. He slapped himself on both cheeks to psych himself up. "Yes! I will do it!" he said with bravado to no one in particular causing some of others around him to through his sidewards glances. To many of the student body they knew Yang to be a bit over the top in some areas so they mostly ignored him. All I have to do is find a girl from the family or one of the girly looking boys in school to help me out. If I get them to set off a 'reaction' to my disorder I could head off to the nurse and be scott free. Yang nodded up and down congratulating himself. Once he was done patting himself on the back for yet another 'brilliant plan' he placed both hands around his eyes like binoculars scanning the crowd to check for suitable candidates.