Scouts Honor-- Ch. 11 Smurferation, Smurferation, Smurf

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~.~ Thursday, October 8 ,2 somethin'~.~

I skipped off the bus, grinning.

I was finally home early enough to watch Scrubs!

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a spoon and some cookies and cream ice cream.

It was that one episode: Her Story, I think. I don't know, but I love it! And one of my favorite parts was coming up.

Elliot and Dr. Clock just finished rapping.

Carla: Turk, you just got schooled on rap by the two whitest chicks in America!

Turk: None of you can prove it.

J.D.: I got it on tape.

Elliot, Dr. Clock: Whicka, whicka, whicka.

I laughed kicking my shoes off. I wish I could do that. I tried once, but failed miserably.

Turk: Well, you're better off watching good ol' Papa Smurf, here! Yeah, he says leadership boils down to three things: Smurferation, Smurferation, Smurf.

J.D.: Preparation, Inspiration, and Fear?

Turk: You know it.

Ah...I love Scrubs!!

As soon as 'The Dads' came home I went into my room and did my homework.

Strangely, yeah, I actually do my homework. Don't get too used to it; it won't be like this all the time.

I snapped open my clipboard.

"Okay," I said quietly to myself, "What do me gots for homework?" I reached for my planner--well, where my planner should be-to

find...nothing.

Nothing?!

There has to be something!

My eyes grew wide, where is it?!

My hand searched everywhere-nothing. All there was were three notebooks, like, 10 pencils/highlighters/pens, and no planner.

My breathing quickened, "Oh my God. Oh my God." I started repeating 'Oh my God' over and over again. I lifted the clipboard, dumping everything out.

Nothing.

"Oh my God!" my voice was high pitched. I hopped up, checking under both of my beds.

Nothing.

I checked under all my pillows-nothing.

On my little desk over in the corner where I do almost all my homework?

No. Nothing.

"Where could it be?!" I was tearing my room apart. Not literally, it was just a huge mess.

On my TV? No. Somewhere near the TV? Nope. In my closet?! Okay, that's stupid. Why would I put my planner in my closet?

Oh, who cares?! I should at least check!

I ran over, threw open the door...nothing.

Downstairs!

I was indeed down there, WITH my backpack.

Yeah, I got a backpack. It's all rainbow-ie!! I got tired of carrying all my stuff around...without one...?

......5 minutes Later......

Nothing.

I bolted into my room, "OH MY GOD!" My voice reached a new high. Only dogs could hear me now.

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