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California

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I woke up in California with a jump. I was shaken until I was awoken. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to be woken up. Especially in California. I didn’t know any of the recent events that appeared to happen last night. I wasn’t sure I wanted to either. The hotel room I was staying in was in an uproar. There were pillows everywhere for a start. The feathers had been taken out and I knew then that I must have been in a daze. The furniture had been tossed and turned and was completely up-state. The curtains had been taken out of their sockets and folders and briefcases had been thrown about in a curious manner. I wasn’t sure what I did and I don’t want to really if I’m honest. Although I didn’t want to admit it I knew I had to. But the truth is that I was in big trouble. I don’t know what I was doing last night. However, there were some clues as to what might have happened. For starters there were many bits of paper with peculiar writing on them. They were tossed on the floor and there was signs of a struggle. Perhaps there had been a fight between some people. Or maybe I was at the scene of the crime… If it was a crime…

Things that weren’t meant to happen happened last night. I know what happened. I’m cross with myself for doing it. I had ransacked a businessman’s house and wrecked his things. But I realised then and there that I couldn’t weasel my way out of this one. California is a huge place, it’s in America… One of the largest places in the world. If there was one place I could run of to it would be either another country or simply another city. But I would probably go away to another country, or, even worse… I might hunt savagely in my sleep, like last night. Perhaps the police would come after me…

As I was slowly walking about the businessman’s house I came across something that horrified me. Staring into the bathroom I felt an urge of guilt. I had ruined this mans home. And it was all in my dreams. I looked at the broken things staring me in the face. It was a ghastly sight when I saw the bath. For what I saw now would haunt me forever. The bath was cracked into two parts, each separated by about thirty centimetres. But the horrifying bit was not the bathroom… It was the man. In those thirty centimetres lay the man. Was he dead? By the looks of it I believe that he was. He was scarred and bloody and had bits of metal sticking out of his head. I was horrified…

What can I do now?

Apology

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Apology

I realize I didn’t have to do it, but I had to try.

It was funny, really funny. Trust me, I know. I started the prank. It was funny, but sometimes funny can be bad. Like the time I set off the stink-bomb. Or the time that I set my parents alarm clock to 1:00 AM.

My naughtiness has benefits but sometimes brought me discomfort. I was sent to my room nearly all the time. Those were things that naughtiness brought you. People look over at you whenever you went out in public. Trust me, its great having all this attention. But I know that they are sending me looks of anger. They all hate what I did to them, in my prank. Do you want to know what I did? Do you want to know my punishment? I believe you do, so I’m going to tell you exactly what happened and exactly what my punishment was. Here we go…

So this is what I did. I had a plan, a plan to end all plans. And it involved baking soda, volcanoes. And I would need lots of them. Some people showed me arrogance. I ask of the simplest of things like to walk me to the park or take out the bins for me and they would just walk away. So I got them back. I set baking soda volcanos in every nook and cranny in their house. And boy it was hilarious! When they sat on the first volcano, they all just kept on coming. They kept on exploding! It was so funny…

The punishment was great. Bold even. I was sent to my room and even beaten and sentenced to be grounded, and that I would not step out of this house until further notice. I begged and pleaded. But the only thing that could fix the tiniest of my problems…

Was an APOLOGY…