I wake up on the morning of my 18th birthday, still unsure of my decision. I know that they are expecting my answer by the time we sit down for dinner. I went downstairs to figure out what I was going to do, my mom said that I should leave but, I would miss her more than anything. I knew that it would make her upset if I stayed, so I would choose to leave, little did I know that leaving would be the biggest mistake of my life.
The man-eating fluffy squirrels were the first problem that I encountered. And then came the giant, flaming, flying crabs.
I decided that my only defense was to throw boiling water on them and have a feast for dinner. While they burned on the floor, I turned on the oven and put a chicken in, I picked up the phone and called my dad about what I had done.
He didn't answer the phone and just as I heard the beep for me to leave a voicemail, I heard an earsplitting roar.
The loud emo music blasted from the car, and the man inside yelled,
"Get in!"
I climbed into the car and a second later the giant flaming, flying crabs appeared out of the clouds and grabbed the car with their pinchers crushing and killing both of us.
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Wednesday Writing
FantasyDuring our Wednesday meeting, this is the story that we came up with
