One Minute Story II.V

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hi! I'm back for another story! Didja miss me? I am here on this website to learn how to become a better writer, so if you have any constructive criticism, feel free to share it with me! Special thanks to India Emerald, and JanetCCS for the constructive criticism, and thanks to JE Falcon for compliments! This story is the continuation of my last story, One Minute Story II, so be sure to read it so that you know what's going on! I hope you enjoy my story, and if you have anything to say, feel free to say it.

Submitted: May 27, 2016

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STILL ROCKIN' MY FACE OFF

There I was. On an alien ship. I knew that the X Files shouldn't have been under the "Fiction" genre! I looked around me. All of my friends were there. Lucky me! We all had our instruments, which was great, because we knew that we would get bored on an alien ship. We thought that the aliens were trying to torture us, because we were placed in the second most boring room in the universe. My math classroom was tied first with every bathroom in the world. But that was beside the point. The room was dry and cold, and all of the walls were exactly the same; a boring eggshell white. I could tell that we were being fed oxygen that had previously been stored away. There were no windows or doors.
Then I found something to do. I put my instrument away in it's case, and I had no idea where the case came from. But I was happy that there was a case. I looked on he roof. And that's where I found the real torture in this torture chamber.
"It's funny," said Galena, one of the percussionists, "that they would put that up there. I mean, right by the wall up there. What torture. You need anti gravity to press the anti gravity button. Let's get Dean. I'm sure he can reach."
We looked for Dean in the crowd of familiar faces. He wasn't hard to spot. He was super tall, and played the Tuba.
We tried convince Dean to do it, but he couldn't reach. By a lot.
"We need someone to go on someone's shoulders!" he shouted. I volunteered. I knew that stepping on Dean's shoulder would help.
"This is not what I signed up for," I argued as Dean climbed on  top of my shoulders. We could hardly balance. "Shouldn't I go Dean's shoulders?"
Galena face-palmed. "Do you even logic, bruv? Of course the tall person goes on top. Duh!"
I almost died of confusion, but then I died of excitement. I no longer had to carry a burden on my shoulders! I felt like I was flying! That's probably because I was flying. The anti gravity button was pressed! But then, out of nowhere, a door creaked open.


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