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Writing Prompt Bizarre solution
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They caught me without pants—literally. Now, the whole school will know about the bat print underwear. Hey, it’s not my fault! Who could resist the allure of cute bats?
Anyway, the rumors have already started to spread. I am gonna be known as “bat underwear girl” for the rest of my high school if I don’t do something! Was there even a way to squash rumors?
Thinking about it logically, the only way was to snuff out the source. But so many people saw me.
“Ah, this is horrible!” I yelled into the sky, continuing my walk to school. I didn’t take the bus today, knowing full well that I’d be late.
Sure, skipping school is also a valid solution to my problem. But I couldn’t do that forever, and eventually I’d have to go back. The thought made me want to vomit as I walked by the railroad. A train crawled along on the tracks, and I could see a mural of graffiti painted on one of the cars.
It was like a light bulb moment when I saw it. I could get rid of the rumors by making even bigger ones—something that would paint over it.
That’s right, all I had to do was become “spray paint girl!” If I started painting school walls, they’d quickly forget about the bats!
Anyway, the rumors have already started to spread. I am gonna be known as “bat underwear girl” for the rest of my high school if I don’t do something! Was there even a way to squash rumors?
Thinking about it logically, the only way was to snuff out the source. But so many people saw me.
“Ah, this is horrible!” I yelled into the sky, continuing my walk to school. I didn’t take the bus today, knowing full well that I’d be late.
Sure, skipping school is also a valid solution to my problem. But I couldn’t do that forever, and eventually I’d have to go back. The thought made me want to vomit as I walked by the railroad. A train crawled along on the tracks, and I could see a mural of graffiti painted on one of the cars.
It was like a light bulb moment when I saw it. I could get rid of the rumors by making even bigger ones—something that would paint over it.
That’s right, all I had to do was become “spray paint girl!” If I started painting school walls, they’d quickly forget about the bats!
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"Come out with your hands in the air! We've got your house surrounded!" The man's voice echoed through the megaphone, as if the alien abduction beam blasting through my window and the booming whir of helicopter blades certainly weren't enough to stir me from my slumber.
Aw man, this is not what I had in mind. I winced and threw my blanket over my head, burrowing deeper under the covers. I just wanted to be a supervillain and I can't even make it past one edgy manifesto post before the feds come knocking on my door.
"Surrender the serum or we'll escalate to illegal possession of unregistered superpowers!"
Oh. It must have been that stupid serum dealer. I guess that FBI hat wasn't just for show? Too bad the stuff was already running through my veins and turned out to be worthless. Might as well have been water and food coloring. It probably was.
I threw off the blankets and tore open the worthless blinds— I guess they did not expect me to be completely naked. The blinding spotlight jerked, flailing in the sky while the noise of the rotors grew erratic like an angry fly.
"Dear Mother of—" the megaphone cut. The helicopter crashed, plowing into the cop cars and turning the whole cul-de-sac into a flaming scrap heap.
"MELVIN!!!!" The voice pierced through the floor " I TOLD YOU TO USE YOUR HEADSET AFTER DARK!!! I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR STUPID GAME AT 2AM!!!"
"YES MA!" I called back and slinked underneath the bed sheets.
Did something feel different? Or was it my voice? Nah, must of been the Taco Bell rumbling in my gut talking. That was a better thing to focus on rather than the fact that the entire neighborhood was wide awake thanks to me.
"Yeah, that's a future me problem," I mumbled inside my cozy blanket cocoon. That usually worked.
Aw man, this is not what I had in mind. I winced and threw my blanket over my head, burrowing deeper under the covers. I just wanted to be a supervillain and I can't even make it past one edgy manifesto post before the feds come knocking on my door.
"Surrender the serum or we'll escalate to illegal possession of unregistered superpowers!"
Oh. It must have been that stupid serum dealer. I guess that FBI hat wasn't just for show? Too bad the stuff was already running through my veins and turned out to be worthless. Might as well have been water and food coloring. It probably was.
I threw off the blankets and tore open the worthless blinds— I guess they did not expect me to be completely naked. The blinding spotlight jerked, flailing in the sky while the noise of the rotors grew erratic like an angry fly.
"Dear Mother of—" the megaphone cut. The helicopter crashed, plowing into the cop cars and turning the whole cul-de-sac into a flaming scrap heap.
"MELVIN!!!!" The voice pierced through the floor " I TOLD YOU TO USE YOUR HEADSET AFTER DARK!!! I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR STUPID GAME AT 2AM!!!"
"YES MA!" I called back and slinked underneath the bed sheets.
Did something feel different? Or was it my voice? Nah, must of been the Taco Bell rumbling in my gut talking. That was a better thing to focus on rather than the fact that the entire neighborhood was wide awake thanks to me.
"Yeah, that's a future me problem," I mumbled inside my cozy blanket cocoon. That usually worked.