Circle Writing

Author's Note: Before you read this you must know that the things that consist of this story were not of my mind, but of the ideas mixed up of my piers. Journaling in a strange thing in the 7th grade class of Mr. Johnson.

I looked past the clouds, and climbed my way to the top of the ladder where I saw them. The army. They stood there waiting for me, waiting to…well, I didn't know. But I had talked with the General over the phone, and he said it wasn’t good. So, I looked at the soldiers, each heavily plated in armor. For they were armadillos. Their long noses and beady eyes, scared me more than anything that I had ever seen before. I didn't know what was going to happen. The sun in the sky baked my skin, and I started to get thirsty. I looked all around me for something to drink. But I kept on seeing strange fruits all around me. They were pink and orange, and they were surrounded in beautiful markings. I picked one up, and smelled it. It smelled like an orange, so , I took a huge bite out of it. The tropical fruit was juicy, but all of a sudden; the armadillos started laughing hysterical. I didn't get it. Did I have the fruit juice on my face? Then I took another bite. They started to laugh even harder! I turned around and tried to ignore them. But soon after, they stopped. I was about to turn around, when I noticed that one of the fruits on the ground was shaking. I picked it up and soon realized that it was not the fruit…it was the ground. I turned around to see no longer the army, but pieces of them. Eaten, by a huge…pink…cotton candy monster.
"Are you serious!?!" I called out to the nothingness. "Seriously? A cotton candy monster? What next!?!"
"I EAT YOU!!"" he was very demanding.
"Come on. Be a little more original!!" I was upset. Why did I even come here? I wanted to leave as soon as I saw the cotton candy monster. It was so dumb!! Who comes up with an army of armadillos anyways?
Hey you up there!! ( I wanted to talk to the person who made this story up. I think that they had some serious issues. Really, I needed to give them a piece of my mind.)
"Hey you! You my not so much friend, are an enormous goof! You need to start to make this story a little more normal! Because I'm tellin' you what!! It's tiring not knowing what's 'gonna happen next! Especially when its happening to you, and your in the sky being chased by armadillos and almost eaten by cotton candy monsters!! Where's the plot line? Where's the point?!?!?!??!"
I heard no reply. Whatever, I can get through this in my own. Because I; Francis Fitzherbert the 23rd, am awesome. I walked off, and felt a sick feeling in my stomach…
"What the…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
I had fallen off of the cloud, and I was tumbling to my death. Because somebody erased the ladder! It wasn't fair, but I just screamed and saw what would happen next. I was surprisingly not surprised when I landed on a flying glockenspiel that just happened to be cruising through the air. It made a loud sound when ever I moved. It was annoying, but at least I wasn't dead. Of course Ms. Storyteller already knew what was going to happen. Of course she did. She was the one making up this whole thing! I truly hated her at that moment. I didn't think that it was fair that she got to run my life. I was falling apart. Oops! I shouldn't have said that! My arm started to fall off, and then my other one! Crap! I was literally falling apart!
"You hooligan!" I yelled out to the distance. Who knows if there was anyone listening. I sure didn't.


To Be Continued At A Later Date...