I was walking back home from school because apparently my brother has lost his car key. As I was enjoying the scenery while cursing my brother's name to the wind, I saw a man with a manly scar on his left cheek. I wanted to call him Scar Man, because I can.
He was chilling under a tree while sipping some of his coconut juice. I was so jealous because he looked so calm while I was sweaty and tired. This was unfair.
While I cursed Scar Man's name to the wind again, a newspaper flew by and slapped me on the face. I took a look and saw a wanted poster which had Scar Man's photo on it. When I looked up, I saw Scar Man caught by the police and the police took away his coconut juice and drank it. Scar Man pleaded for his coconut juice but was ignored.
For once, I didn't know what to do. What just happened? Was Scar Man really an escaped prisoner? What had happened to his coconut juice? Because it was so random, I chose to just shrug it off and continued to walk home.
As I was walking down the street, I heard somebody calling my name. I looked up only to see an angry Math teacher of mine glaring at me. Oh my, did I just fall asleep in the class?!
A moment of silence for me. The end. I am currently scolded by my Math teacher.
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Scar Man
HumorThe story of how "I" met Scar Man This is actually my English essay in the past, and am just gonna rewrite and published it here so this page isn't so lonely with no story around.
