Do you ever have a bad day? That means that you’ve had a combertuna day. This short story explains a boy, and how he came to have combertunas all the time. I haven’t uploaded for a time, so i scraped this together. Hope you enjoy!
Jasper kicked the stone. It rolled away and fell down the nearby drain. He scowled. Everyone in his class always came in with good news, but all he ever bad to share was how boring his life was. Why him? He had never done anything wrong. He miserably went home, his sorrows trailing him. He slammed open the front door to his house and huffed up to his bedroom.
Jasper’s life, to say the truth, was rather dull and boring. He had no friends, yet no one was really sure why. He was trustworthy and loyal. It was just that he was unlucky. But This all changed very quickly……
Jasper woke up to the sound of a car engine. He glanced at the half broken clock. 5:00am. Damn. His dad, Joseph, must of left for work early. Jasper moaned and sank lower onto his pillow, And slept.
‘Hey, Jasper, what are you doing?’ Ned called out. Ned was not a typically friendly guy, especially seeming as his life goal is to make other peoples lives miserable.
‘Not much.’ He replied. ‘Were are you going then?’ Ned questioned. ‘The art room, to finish of my painting for the art show.’ Jasper answered. Ned smirked. Jasper could tell that wasn’t a good sign. ‘Oh yeah, now i remember I need to go help out Mrs Joules.’ Ned said. And he ran off. By the time he reached the art room, his painting had been trampled on………….
To be continued!!!