I3: The Highlight of My Break

             The highlight of my break, you ask?  Ah yes.  A smile spreads across my face just thinking about it, as if to say “Oh yeah, I remember, but I won’t tell you.”  And then you’re like “TELL ME WHAT IS IT” and I smile even bigger and then you become cross with me.

But let’s have a little less attitude and a little more gratitude.  Because I WILL in fact tell you the highlight of my break, but it is rated PG-13, so names have been changed to protect the innocent.

The following story is true.  Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

“Hey Flig, how’s it going?”

“Pretty good, Mulp.  I’m pretty pumped about CHRISTMAS BREAK!  YAY-UH!”

“YAY-UH!”

“Plus, I just got done writing my Dear Flig article for the Bulldog, so now I have no homework except for math, earth science, English, global, French, health, advisement, study hall, gym, and earth science lab!”

“Hm.  What are you doing for Christmas break?”

“I’m going to do read the Bulldog student Newspaper.  How about you?”

“I’ve got to get back to Hollywood and star in my new movie, The Great Gatsby.  I feel like everybody defines me by Titanic, so I’m hoping this new one will clear my name, because honestly, that movie was terrible.”

“You know, don’t be offended, but I never actually saw that.”

“Why not?”

“WACS News gave it five stars, so I assumed it sucked.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it.  Well, see you later, cousin.”

2 hours later

“Well, I just finished reading Nornt’s Wacky Myth, so that officially means I read the entire issue of the Bulldog.  I guess I’ll go outside and run around on the ice with this highlighter.

Wee, haha this is fun!”

[sound of Flig slipping and painful cracking noise]

“AAUUUUUUGH!  $^$&%&#%$#!! I THINK I BROKE MY ARM!! AWWGH!  There’s highlighter all over the place!”

 

And so that was the highlight of my break.  Get it?  Because there was a highlighter and I broke my arm?  Does that make sense?

No, that makes absolutely no sense at all.  Eh, whatever.