Honey, I shrunk my students

What'd you do Ms. Hudson?!?!?! We've all been shrunk to insect size and now we have to get your attention. You had better give us all A's for the rest of the year. The students pondered how to get the attention of their teacher when someone spoke up and said, "How about the white board? we can write on it and get her attention. We just tell her where to look and when she looks there, we'll be there. Flawless plan. Nothing can go wrong now." We all got on each other's shoulders and the last one of us climbed up and stood on the marker tray. "Write, 'HOODSON, YOU SHRUNK US, LOOK ON YOUR DESK!!!'" somebody yelled. The student wrote it on the board but it ended up being too small to read. "You need to write it bigger!"
"I can but I won't be able to do all of the message!"
"USE THE LANGUAGE OF TEXTING!!! USE THE TEXT!!!!"
The student in the tray nodded and wrote, 'HOODSON, U SHRNK US, LUK ON UR DSK!!!'
"There that should work," someone said. we all jumped down and ran towards Ms. Hoodson's desk. when we finally got there, we sat down and waited for her to get back. When she got back in the room, she looked at the board and then looked down at her desk. before she realized it was us, she had squished us all. Ms. Hudson is still in prison for the murder and kidnappings of her 5th hour English 2 class.

Fictional Know-Abouts

A young boy once asked his mother, "Mama, why is the sky blue?
     His mother thought for a while and said, "Because other things picked the other colors first."

    "What do you mean, Mama?" He asked. 

    "Well, the dirt picked brown, the grass chose green, that car," she then pointed to a car outside the window, "chose to be red. The sun chose yellow, the clouds chose white and gray. The stars chose purple, silver, yellow, and orange. The only thing left for the sky was blue." 

    "But why did it get to choose last?" The boy said, very focused now. 

    "We'll you see, everything else thought that since the sky was so big, it'd take all the colors for itself, so they made it wait until everything else had chosen."

Worst Scare of my Life

It was actually a few weeks ago. I was in the store with my grandma when her brother, my uncle, called. He said that the hospital had just called him and my great gram had just went into code blue. My grandma hung up the phone and we left the store almost as soon as we'd gotten there. We rushed to the hospital across town where Gram was and we went in. At the front desk, the lady searched for Gram but couldn't come up with anything. They had told us on the phone that she'd been moved to the ICU, but it still said she was in her room. We were directed upstairs and down to her room and after many trials and errors, a counselor finally sat us down in the room next to her's and told us that Gram had died. She'd gone in for a gallbladder removal and she ended up not coming out. The worst part was waiting for everyone else to get to the hospital. We were quiet and my mom shot me dirty looks for some reason, as if she thought it was my fault or maybe she thought I shouldn't be crying. This is the scary kind of scary. This is real and the consequences are real. "That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."

How to Survive a Horror Movie

To be completely honest, I would be the first one to die. I would probably end up dying a sad, lonely, painful death. The thing I'd be running from would probably be zombies. In all honesty, I would probably shoot a few zombies and then throw myself to them because, duh. they're awesome. No one will survive and everyone will become a zombie eventually. Unless somehow you are like R from warm bodies. I think I'd shoot a zombie or two because I want to contribute to the cause. After that I'd just be like, "Okay. Setting gun down. Walking towards zombies. And now I'm dying. Yay." I would love to be a zombie. They're just awesome.