ALRIGHT KIDS, GRAB YOUR POPCORN AND SLUSHIES, AND MAYBE SOME GUMMY BEARS, AND GATHER ROUND FOR THE WORST STORY IN HISTORY, MY STORY.
It all started with my pet duck. He was a nice duck, until this morning. It was the morning that I realized that my duck went missing. (very very tragic) I printed millions upon millions of flyers to find my missing duck named Sir Quackers. Sir Quackers was literally my joy of life. Without him, I don't know what else I could do. I just felt constant waves upon waves of depression. I was now on my way to set up the fourth or fifth millionth set of papers in the streets, still feeling sad inside. I then decide to go to my neighbor's house, Mario, to see if he'd seen Sir Quackers. I walk onto his neat and evenly smooth walkway to his doorstep, knocking on the door. I could hear the foot's steps approaching the door.
"Excuse me, Mario, have you se-"
"NOPE!" Mario yells in his weird Italian accent as he then slams the door behind him.
"I'll give you a red mushroom," I pleaded as I slowly took a red mushroom out of my left pocket. I could then hear footsteps running back to the door. The door slowly cracked open and I could see Mario staring into my soul for this mushroom.
"Is this a promise?" Mario asked. I slowly nodded in agreement.
"Are you sure Clover? Because last time you promised me something, you burned down my castle, Toad lost his right leg, and princess peach went missing again," explained Mario.
"It is a promise," I stated, reaching out my left, hand holding the mushroom. Mario then stepped outside his house and shook my hand, while also taking the mushroom.
"So where do you want to start?" Mario asked.
Sorry for the short chapter, I feel that this is a good spot to stop.