Friday, March 17, 2006
Chapter 3 - Late to bed and early to rise makes a man Rob.
Day 142. 20th August. Year 5 OR
After jumping forward to this day I had hoped to see many changes but was sadly dissapointed to see nothing changed. Now being four years old I seem to have not been giving much thought to my rise to power yet. Maybe I should educate myself so as to be sure of my empire becoming as it is now. Never too young to start a campaign.
With this thought in mind I walked down the path to my old home knocking over a woman who had a nasty fall. After given this loon a few harmless kicks for messing up my coat I relised it was my mother. I apologised but she didn't seem to mind. She even took me home. She did call me "woberakickadicicyert" but that was the only problem that I could make out.
My father was happy to see me as well when he came home. The look of sheer delight across his face when he saw me. The way he held out his arm to hug me. It was a strange hug that almost pushed me out the door but it was still there. He seemed so friendly that I had to do something in return. I gave him a slap on the back. What a funny man he is making an amusing fake yell of pain and banging his head off the wall. We knew he was faking of course because he had a little nap after that.
With my father was little me. Amazing how much I had grown. After my father was peacefuly asleep I thought that I'd have a play with the small me. He was very happy to see me as well. Playing hide and seek in such a spirit of fun. I never knew I could run so fast.
Day 145. 23rd August. Year 5 OR
Ah deja vu. There was me crying before the first day of school. I felt so desperate to tell me that this so called "stict" teacher would be a push over after you found out the way to control people's minds. But we'll come to that another time.
Still it was morning now and there I was in my first uniform that we had until I banned then six years later.
So little "Wobut" was taken by me to school. There was no one else seeing as my mother had vanish during the night and returned cluthing a baseball bat sniggering to herself in no right frame of mind to do anything and my father had been taken away by those friendly men in white coats. Boy look at all those broken windows on these cars. Must have been those teenagers again.
As we walked along I talked to myself about all the wonderful things to learn at school. After finishing talking about how k=1/4 in the equation: x2 - 5x + (k + 6) = 0 I looked round to see myself running away.
After I caught myself I dragged him to school and threw him at the teacher's face. She wasn't really hurt only pretending so as to get out of work. "A fractured skull" now what kind of injury is that? Look at that huge bruse on the little me's back. He'll have trouble sleeping on his back now.
Still night came and I was tired. Don't worry little me I will be in your class tommorrow to make sure nothing else happens to you. Sheesh I mean isn't school ment to be safe for children these days?
// posted by Rob-151 @ 2:42 PM 
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Rob, if you're not making a living out of writing stories, something's not right. Awesome!
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