That was definately part of the problem. Maybe if they'd been some other color it would have worked out differently, but as it was, the walls remained a hideous shade of violet.
I was only trying to find the bathtub. I was sure that b*stard Walter Jackson would be hiding in there somewhere. That was part of the problem too -- the b*stards who steal your homework always hide in the bathtub. And it's always your Calculus homework too... I'm sure this has happened to you a few times.
But he wasn't in the bathtub. He wasn't in the toilet, and he wasn't in the wastebasket. He wasn't under the doorknob, and he hadn't climbed into the bottle of hand lotion.
I felt somebody watching me.
I turned around -- he was hiding in the wall! I saw his ugly smirking face taunting me from the safety of his two-dimensional hiding place, and I just had to do it. So I did. I punched him in the face as hard as I could.
She heard the glass shatter and came running in to help me bandage my bleeding hand. She's nice, but I think she's a little bit crazy... she kept lecturing Walter for breaking the mirror, and he wasn't even there to hear her.
[This needs revision, but I wanna make the deadline...] |
