Mo, Flow, Bo and So. Leaving with a bang.

This may be a long story, but I think it’s kind of funny. If you read it all, I’ll consider giving you a cookie.

Everything started when I was cleaning out my locker, and in the back I found some thing. It was from our simple machines project that happened near the beginning of school (I got a C on it X( ), I found some tongs, a rubber band, a pencil, and a bag of balloons.
I grabbed a bunch of the balloons and put them in my pocket, put the rubber band around my wrist so I wouldn't lose it, the tongs in my backpack so I could take it home, and the pencil in the top cubby so I could use it later. Then I went to my next two periods of class before homeroom without anything exciting happening. I walked into homeroom blowing up a balloon.
So all that period, including a class picture, I was holding a big pink balloon. The only reason it survived that period was because no one ever brings a pencil to that class. So we went to lunch, and there I got a bright idea. I named my balloon Mo, and drew a face and some hair on him. I ended up handing out two balloons to two other people so they could have a balloon buddy of their own. I gave a balloon to Reed (friend) just so he could pop it, and Bo (another balloon gave to another friend) died at the table and was soon replaced by a twin sister So. Flow lasted a long time, but not as long as Mo.
I was walking with my friend Alyssa outside because we had finished eating and stuff, and she knocks Flow out of my arms (I was also holding Mo at the time to) and stomps on her, immediately killing her. I picked up her dead body, it was in two pieces, and I took it inside, I even gave her back to her owner.
Mo made it to my locker where I found out he wouldn't fit inside. I tried to untie the end to let some air out, but I just couldn't get it and time was running out. Alyssa was passing so I called her over. *Pop* everyone was quite for a second, but they'd seen my table with the balloons, and probably noticed me laughing my butt off, so they quickly went on with their lives.
It was then I noticed the balloon blood on my hands. Ink from Flow. I didn't get it washed off until right before my last hour. During social studies my teacher saw me handing a balloon to a friend and stopped me to talk. This teacher looks like a horse, has a horrible choice of lipstick each day, and her name rhymes with witch and another more insultive title, she's very strict and intimidating. She suggested that I should be careful to who I give the balloons to, she said some thing along the lines of “you could be held responsible if they did some thing inappropriate with them,” and I sat there thinking, ‘like what? Popping them? Then you’re a bit late’. I don’t know what happened to So, but I’m sure she didn’t survive, same with the other 2-6 balloons I handed out.

rofl....heehee a very funny story...do i get a cookie??

Here's your cookie! (:)
It has two chocolete chips :D.

"I found some tongs, a rubber band, a pencil, and a bag of balloons."

You had the makings of a great Macguiver episode right there.

Is it a true story?

o.O

Yes very true, infact, Mos body is in my locker right now inbetween a few empty folders.

Hooray chocolate chips! heehee

Aw thats like violence to balloon friends. Poor guys.

OH MY GOSH - IM MO... NOT ONLY DID YOU BLOW ME, YOU TRIED TO SQUASH ME INTO A LOCKER, YOU MADE ME WATCH MY FRIEND DIE OF THE DEATH AND THEN YOU CALLED ME FAT RIGHT BEFORE YOU KILLED ME!!! *SOB*

IM GOING HOME TO CRY.

Wow, that is great :D