Monday, 28 May 2007
04:54:39 PM (GMT)
yes I'm alive I didn't go anywhere :P
I'm just extreamly busy with stuff so thats why I'm not on as much as I'd like so poo
also as a school assignment I had to write a short story.
it's a little silly and retarded but the school dosen't care :P
Squee the Runaway Rock
Najaka (my real name used to be there but I'm not putting it on this site)
It was a normal Monday morning, only it was raining really hard, or should I say
storming. Philip had just hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He wasn’t
ready to get up, as usual. He had played with his pet rock all night long, again. I
know you’re probably wondering how someone would be so sleepy after playing with a
rock. But anyway, he was.
He stretched, finally and got out of bed.
He looked over at the usual place his pet rock, Squee, should be. It was a small
wooden box he had built as a bed for Squee. It had a small pillow in it for when his
pet rock went to sleep. As he looked, he noticed that his pet rock wasn’t where it
Philip stared at the box dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe Squee would go off
without letting him know. Philip quickly moved the pillow to see if Squee had fallen
under it. Squee was not there.
Philip tried to remain calm. He looked behind the box. No Squee. He dropped to his
knees and searched under the desk. No Squee. He felt under his bed. Still, no
Philip sat up, grabbed his head and yelled, “Squee-eee!!”
This can’t be happening, he thought.
“Philip! Are you alright?” His mother called from somewhere in the hallway. He
heard footsteps outside of his door.
“Philip?” His mother opened the door, with a worried look on her face.
“Squee –“, was all Philip could say. He sat there, staring into space.
His mother looked back at him in disbelief. Then sighed and put her hand on her hip.
“Boy, I thought something was wrong. Get up from there and get ready for school.
Hurry up, it’s late.”
“But --, Squee.”
“Don’t, Squee me. I said get ready for school.” With that, she turned and
walked out of the room, mumbling under her breath. “I don’t know what to do with
Philip dragged himself up off the floor. He didn’t know if he could make it
through the day.
In school that day, Philip could barely concentrate on anything. Whenever anyone
asked him something, he stared back at them, not hearing a word they said. He almost
walked into the girl’s bathroom, until someone yelled at him. Miss Cramden, his
math teacher, asked him what 7 x 9 was and he answered, “Squee.” Everyone
laughed at him. Miss Cramden sent him to the nurse’s office.
On the way home, Philip finally realized that Squee had run away. It was hard to get
himself to think that his best friend would do such a thing. Had he spent enough
time with him? Did he forget to feed him? Why did he do it? He couldn’t
After barely eating his mashed potatoes, chicken and green beans, Philip went to bed
unhappily. As he lay in bed, he hoped that Squee would find it in his heart to come
home. If Squee actually had one. Philip rolled over on to his back, staring up at
“Ow!” he yelped, feeling a sharp pain in his back. He sat up and felt around in
his bed in the dark. He touched a smooth, hard lump. His eyes widened and he
quickly turned on his light and picked up the object. He stared happily with
overwhelming joy at his friend.
“SQUEE!” he yelled and squeezed the rock to his chest.
The door flew open and his mother ran in with a scared look on her face.
“Phi –“, she stopped in disbelief, staring at the rock in Philip’s hands.
She sighed, turned around and closed the door – hard. Philip could hear his mom
saying to his dad, “Our Philip needs some help.”
He didn’t care. He had his best friend back. Squee was home.
hehe man philip's got issue's...
lol tell me what you think XD;;