My Favorite Mistake #2-3 (Continued)

My Favorite Mistake(s)

1. E-time Slufferness

2. Being Me (One Instance in Particular)

E-time Slufferness

      Don't sluff e-time.  It is a bad idea.  People sometimes try to get out of it, but unfortunately, as me and my pallie Miles found out, there are some times in life when ticking off a couple bee hives, or setting fire to a puddle of gas, or dancing on the roof with whipped cream in plain view of traffic, just isn't necessarily smart.  This was definitely one of those times.
       Well, we thought we were cool, slinking down the halls, dodging trouble and moniters left and right, and then we realized that we were in stink hall, a.k.a. the hall of the SAC.  Then we ran in Mr. Young, one of the vice-principals at our school.  I slipped off to the office, excusing myself by saying that I had to call my mom.  Miles, however, didn't get so lucky.
      "And where are you supposed to be?"
      "Uh, I'm his escort."
      Mr. Young's eyes narrow as he realizes he's got a bogey rebel high flyer.  "I don't think so. Let's see you're slip."

      It's moments like this that test two people's friendship.  Fortunately, Miles is pretty chill, and forgives like an innocent criminal that knows gold when he sees it. But it was still a mistake.

Being Me (One Instance in Particular)

      Let's be frank.  I do a lot of dumb stuff.  It's not that hard to pinpoint that this tool is not remotely sharp, and has probably never been sharpened.  No one even knows why the heck it's in the shed.  But you know, as I am in this shed entitled English, I may as well get on with my job, the story of my woeful mistake of doing the irresistibly awesome.

     It all started back in December a few years back.  Actually, it began even earlier than that.  But let's just say that it started there, to relieve some of my childish embarrassment.

     I had been bothering girls in my neighborhood that dreadful December.  The names of these two wonderful victims were Kierra and Ashley, and even better they were best friends at the time.  Well, we were arch-enemies as I had deemed them.  This particular day I had decided that it would be quite prudent to nail one of them with a dastardly chunk of frozoned ice -- the legendary sphere of snow that we now affectionately call a weapon today in the modern world of awesome.  So I scooped up a lovely ball perfect size, and ignoring all signs of warning, flung it in Kierra's direction.

     In the next second, an atomic bomb ranging from here to Madagascar exploded, and the nuclear chemomolecularsphere of the world then imploded, allowing noxious fumes to penetrate the bureaucracy of the U.S. senate thus ended the world.  Or so it seemed since Kierra Day, had finally had enough.

      She blew up, and yelled at me.  Yeah, she sure put me in my place that day.  It was definitely one of the chieftain's of my tribe of evil mistakes.  And I will never forget it, (unless I turn old and get amnesia.)  The End.