How To Show Integrity (NOT)
WARNING: May include graphic violence
YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!!!
Once upon a time there was a nice, caring principal named Shirley.
She lived in a cottage over a river which was sadly half burned down due to the high amount of murder cases in the area.
She has also been accused of witchcraft and has been a victim of multiple attempted murders herself.
There are also rumours going around that she has been accepted into Hogwarts School For Witchcraft And Wizardry.
This story is not about her house or the fact she might be a witch (she probably is though), it is about her trusty old 2004 Mazda 6 manual station wagon.
Our story starts on a cold misty morning with the ghost cloud covering the streets...
Shirley was speedily driving towards the school at which she worked.
As she was turning a blind corner a man in an orange Scamborghini was burning rubber and terrorizing tourists.
She pulled up beside him and looked through the window at the early 20’s aged man with dark shades and a bandana.
She thought that she should report him for dangerous driving…
but instead she decided she should show him who’s boss.
They shared a mighty death stare before coming to an agreement that they should have a drift-off which was cleverly hid from all emergency services and no one was arrested (we think, we really aren’t told anything).
They started their drift off and the smell of burned down tires filled the air around them (Skrt Skrt, Sorry meant to be telling you the story). It was beginning to look like Shirley would be the loser once again (yes, this has happened multiple times) until she pulled out her lucky gearstick and put her car into extreme drift mode (I didn’t think it was a thing either). She pulled ahead and was winning until the Scamborghini got the lead back. Shirley knew the only way she could win was to play dirty.
She nudged the back of the young mans sick ride causiong him to spin off the side of the road… He was left in a mangled burning car with two broken legs, one severed arm, a half sliced and burning face. An agonising, blood curdling scream filled the air “arrghrghrghrghrhggr…” It stopped suddenly as the blood in his throat began to clot and he died a slow painful death. Shirley then went to the panelbeaters and in the accident report she put
“Hit a pole getting groceries”. She never spoke a word of what had occurred that day. Shirley then used magic to remove all memories of that incident from her mind.
THE END… Or is it? DUH DUH DUH (It probably is.)
Imaginative story (Is it?) by Jakob & Tyler & Toby
This is hilarious! Really well done, boys. I so enjoyed reading this and can sense your enjoyment in writing it. The details are fabulous, and your side comments in parenthesis draw the reader in to 'see' your perspective - a great writing tool. I think I'll need to show this to one of my brothers. He's a car guy and has done his share of drifting and drag races. (I wonder if he's aware of extreme drift mode...) Very well done, gentlemen. I look forward to reading of future adventures! :)
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