What Up (again)

Hey yall. Normally I don't post twice a day but I am just sooooooooooooooo bored!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe I'm saying this but I wish it was a school day so at least I'd have something to post about. I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Boredom

Like a worm

eating me away

from the inside

knawing at me

I'm going crazy

it's like staring at a

white wall

listening to an

endless lecture

like a blank book

flipping through the pages

all of them white

I bang my head on the table

my eyes start to blur

my head spins

I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!



Now I'm inspired. I'll do an exerpt now.

The town was dead. The once grand City Hall was now dead and dusty and uninhabited. Only a few sagging houses littered the empty streets. The only place with even a hint of life was the Saloon, and even now there was barely anyone there. The bartender, Mr. Frank, polished every glass as if his life depended on it. When even he had to admit that they couldn't be any shinier, he swept the floor, cleaned the bathrooms, wiped the tables. Finally five o' clock rolled around, rush hour in the small town. Of course, rush hour was an understatement. Rush hour was the name for when thirteen children ran home, and the workers at Broker's Tire Factory trudged away after twelve hours of work. It was when the few men who worked on Main Street (at the General Store, at the Lissie's Clothing and Fabric, and at the Rick the Butcher's) went to the Saloon. It mostly stayed quiet, unless, of course, Johnny showed up. Johnny never seemed to have money, but Mr. Frank gave him his whiskey on credit. Of course, he never paid him back, and nobody else understood why the bartender kept on loaning him money. Especially when every time Johnny decided to mosey on over there, he usually stirred up a big enough fight to get himself or someone else locked up for a couple of nights. So when Johnny pushed open the doors to the Saloon that night, Mr. Frank decided that enough was enough. He wanted to find out where Johnny lived, and why he was always so down on money.



OK, that was a sucky ending, but I have to go now so bye bye!!!



Yours in Boredland,

KAYLA!!!