Kiara De Bum

There once lived a stingy brat named Kiara. Everyday, as soon as he opened his eyes, he screamed, “WHATS FOR BREAKFAST?” The scream was louder than 500 decibels, and was so high pitched, that even dogs couldn’t hear. Every servant in the household  was deaf, thanks to over ten years of Kiara screaming in the morning. They knew by Kiara banging on the floor that he was awake and was hungry. They secretly called him Hungry Kiara behind his back. Every day, Kiara would eat all of the food in the house, and wouldn’t even feed his “slaves” (That’s what he called his loyal servants). They had to sneak out of the house to the local restaurant, and they would stay there until the manager of the fast food store told them that he could hear high pitched screaming from a house a block away. Then the servants had to run over to Kiara’s “mansion”, which was really a couple of rags held up by some sticks. Kiara took up half of the house. The servants where the ones who had to support the whole “mansion”. They had to pay the homeless bill, a bill for homeless people that had shacks in a parking lot.

One day, a thirteen year old boy named Sully was flying his DJI Mavic Pro above the parking lot. He had earned $999 dollars selling food downtown, and bought the drone himself. The drone could go more than fifty miles an hour, and Sully raced people with his drone all the time, winning lots of money, both for taking pictures, and for racing other people’s drones. Sully turned the camera downwards, and saw shack in the middle a parking lot held up by sticks. There were about three people running around it, being chased, not even by a human, but a huge yellow beach ball. No wait, it was a human, but it was so heavy, the thing was bouncing around like a real beach ball, chasing the peoples. “TRAITORS!” It shouted. Sully accidentally deployed his anti-gun-missiles, which he only used if people were trying to shoot down his drone. It wasn’t his fault. It was the loudness of the scream that scared him. Four missiles popped out of the drones bottom, and fired up. They shot out of there holsters and aimed at the fat waddling heap of blubber. They exploded in its face, spraying blubber and fat everywhere. There was not even any blood, just yellow stuff flying through the air. The servants spotted Sully, and jogged over. “Thank you very much! You have killed our worst enemy, and now we are free humans!” Sully was so quizzical, he almost didn’t notice when the drone almost crashed into a light pole. He went home, found out that his drone had been recording the whole scene, and then put the video on youtube for everyone to see. It become the top grossing video’s of all time, but didn’t make any money.

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Waffles for breakfast

Waffle, who was Sasha’s sister, absolutely loved Waffles. From the first time she had tasted them with log cabin syrup to now, Waffle was in a trance of eating Waffles everyday, for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Sasha, who like pancakes instead, always tried to figure out ways to separate Waffle from her Waffle mix, but it was as impossible as counting to one hundred in a second. It was Waffle’s second serving of Waffles. “Are you EVER going to stop eating Waffles Waffle?!” Sasha was going crazy now. She was so tired of Waffle using up the pancake mix when she ran out of Waffle mix to make her pancakes that Sasha was steaming. Sasha flung a Waffle onto Waffle’s face, which got some syrup on Waffle’s curly black hair, but Waffle didn’t care. She just peeled the sticky Waffle off of her face, and cut it up into slices, eating them all.

Sasha was not at school either. Waffle was still wondering where Sasha could be when Waffle’s best friends, Katy and Amy walked up. Katy was exactly Waffle’s age, eleven, but Amy was a year older than the two friends. “Have either of you seen Sasha?” asked Waffle. Amy nodded no, but Katy said: “Last I heard, your sister was in a mad frenzy shopping for pancake mix at the super-market!” Katy spilled out. “What?!” They all walked to the cafeteria, which was really clean, to eat lunch, discussing ways to calm down Waffle. Even after lunch, they had still not found a way to calm down Sasha.

“See you later!” Sasha called to them as they walked to their science class. Sasha saw Micah, the class clown, sticking pencils up his nose.