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A Wizard’s Tail

    Sup, the name’s Wizard Harp. Before you ask, NO, I’m not an actual wizard. Don’t wave around a stick and shout gibberish, blasting people across the room or making things levitate. Though, that’d be totally cool!

 Sadly, I be just your average middle schooler, trying to survive thru his somewhat brutal adolescents. Nothing else to say otherwise.

  Man this such a drag! Enough small-talk, let’s begin my hopefully good story!

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  First Day of School, should be a good enough place to start.

  Was sleeping like a log, before mom busts the door open and starts shouting.

  “Wizy, you overslept! Get some cloths on and get ready, or you’ll be late for the bus!”

   Yeah, my mom calls me, Wizy. Sounds like something you know, doesn’t it? She knows I don’t like it, yet she calls me it anyway, go figure. Parents do that kinda thing. It’s really annoying and ticks me off, but I gave up the fight a long time ago.

   Checking my alarm clock, I find it to be, 7:36! Well, that’s just dandy, ain’t it!    

   Practically falling out of bed, I jump into some jeans and pull on a shirt. Tumble down the stairs like a drunk and get the rest of my things ready. When ready, I grab an apple and bolt out the door.

  “Bye mom, love you!” I scream closing the door.

  Once outside, I book it too the bus stop. Getting there, I check the time, 7:43. Crud, the bus is probably pulling into the school right now! Already out of breath, I charge back to the house.

     When I get there, I fling the door open and shout, “I missed the bus! Need someone to take me, a-sap!”

  Mom shouts from upstairs, “I’m getting your sister ready for school, get your dad!”

  I’m about to scream for him, but he’s already storming down the stairs in his big boy pajamas.

  “Get in the car!” He says, grabbing the keys. Oh dear, dad’s driving the car.

   School starts at 8:00 and it’s, 7:57. Dad’s tearing down the road, probably going past the speed limit.

   We pull into the school at 7:59. Telling my dad thanks, I run into the school. Put my stuff in my locker and bolt to first period, which was strategically placed on the other side of campus, just for me.

  I’d like you to picture a medium sized kid, backpack flopping up and down, with an apple in his mouth, running across campus. Don’t know about you, but that would probably look pre-tty weird.

  About halfway thru campus, “BRING!!!”

I’m gonna be late for class now, that’s just perfect!

  As I get there, I throw the apple core in the grass and knock on the door. That’s when I realize a bunch of things at once.

  Darn, forgot to brush my teeth, comb my hair, and put deodorant on. Now I feel like a slob! Arggg, talk about karma!

  When the door opens, I awkwardly walk in, as everyone’s staring at me and gave my pitiful excuse of why I was late to my teacher.

  “You see, Miss Karp, I slept in.”

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Stealing A Sword

 Some may say stealing is wrong, and they’re right. Stealing is wrong and you shouldn’t do it, because you always get caught. Which sadly, is my dilemma at the time.

      Standing in front of a castle guard red handed with one of the king’s jewel encrusted swords, I’m poised and ready to bolt for it. The guard goes for his sword and I instantly book it.

     As I’m running thru the castle’s elaborate maze of halls, I hear the guard’s armor clinking behind me. Taking the jeweled sword out of it’s scabbard, I turned around and threw the scabbard at the guard. As the guard stops to parry it with his sword, I gain more distance between us.

  After taking a sharp turn, I see a window up ahead. Guess what I did? You guessed it, I flung myself head first out the window. Wish I could say, I did an epic triple flip in the air and landed safely, but that would be lying. Here’s a tip, never blindly jump out a window head first, with an unsheathed sword.

  Long story short, I managed to semi-break my fall with a tree and not get impaled by the blinged up sword, so I only semi-broke all the bones of my body.

   I tried to get up, but my body refused to move. Great, jumped out of the bloody castle for nothing. Now, they’re going to find me crippled on the castle grounds, helpless. I’ll get executed and my life will be no more. Well, that’s just a dandy thought, ain’t it? Then, I black out.