The Meter Stick

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This isn't the funniest, but I still wanted to post it.

Submitted: April 29, 2016

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The Meter Stick

“What is that?” I randomly asked, as I arrogantly left the classroom. There it was, the meter stick, awkwardly standing in the mysteriously placed glass case. My friend, Jacob, rudely answered, “Why do you care? It’s just a carelessly placed meter stick in that unskillfully placed glass case. Why don’t we finally open it?” That was when we casually opened the glass case. We carefully took the meter stick out, with our uncontrollably sweating hands that had gone through so much in our short lives, and firmly grasped it in our shaking, dirty hands. I didn’t know what happened after that, but the room started to spin violently. The room became a weird shade of purple, and I almost immediately felt great regret for what I did. We dejectedly dropped the meter stick. At that moment, I saw my friend painfully lying on the floor. The floor was lazily tiled, with ruggedly placed carpets on the other side of the room. There were accidentally placed doors on the other side of the room, with two men aggressively arguing.

“What did that annoying thing that our teacher used as a dancing partner do?” Jacob worriedly asked me. “I think it put us in a new dimension, like in... What was that book called? Aw. Never mind, I only read it a couple of times. Wow. Why don’t they make books easier to read?” I disgruntledly said. “But this looks a lot like our school. It’s just way hotter. And the environment is terrible! I’m so glad we don’t live here, in this over-heated-annoying-weathered-un-cared-for-place.” “But maybe we went into the future!” Jacob excitedly said. “Let’s look around! I can’t wait to be out of this dump.” Jacob quickly looked out the window. Smoothly, he turned back. The happy expression on his face swiftly disappeared and turned into a big frown. “We need to go back.” We anxiously grabbed the ruler. That was when the giant, black ball violently crashed through the wall. We were sent slowly flying through the room. Or that’s how it felt. The room started turning crazily again. “I’m going to puke!” I shakily screamed. Suddenly, the room slowly became blank.

 

I woke up later where I left off, Jacob still lying awkwardly. I promised I would never do that again. But wait, who were those people aggressively arguing? Why was one of them using sign language? What were those doors they went into before the wrecking ball combatively went through the wall? I violently woke up Jacob, and we each randomly gripped the meter stick with both hands, like when I first arrogantly walked out of the room, randomly asked what the over cared for thing was, awkwardly standing in the mysteriously placed glass case. My friend, Jacob, rudely answered, “Why do you care? It’s just a carelessly placed meter stick in that unskillfully placed glass case. Why don’t we finally open it?” That was when we casually opened the glass case.


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