So once I saw a flying car. Seriously. I’m not joking. Ok fine Don’t listen. Just be like those thousands of other people I wasted my story on. Oh wow. You want to listen. Just don’t cut me short like the guy in Malibu. Or just make fun of me in the end like the business woman in Baltimore. So it kinda went like this:
I was walking home from my bus stop all depressed that I had to finish this huge project for History. And then I heard this vroom vroom sound. I looked up and down the street, nothing there. I looked in the sky. There it was. bright red. I can’t believe no one else saw it but me. Well there it is. No. Don’t tell me to go tell the FBI . I already spoke to them. Oh, the doctor Well I got my head checked as well. I’m A ok. And no. I’m not making this story up. Ask my english teacher. I don’t have a creative bone in my body. Believe me or not. its your choice. But you know who’s right and you know what everyone thinks is right. You won’t hurt my feelings.