Party Crasher
“Ugh! I hate the neighbors,” I said with anger. They always party with their loud music and late night yelling. I am a writer and poet and it really interferes with my writing. I’ve called the police multiple times and still nothing has happened, so I’m just going to have to have a one on one chat with the owners.
*The next day*
“Hello!” I said as the man opened the door.
“Hi,” he said.
I began to tell him why I was there.
“Um, you know all these parties you have? Can you please stop?”
“No!” he said as he slammed the door.
So I thought to myself, “I will sabotage the next party.”
The next party finally comes. Balloons were everywhere. I grab my dart gun and I pop the balloons. Somebody saw me do it.
“Why did you pop the balloons?” said the little boy.
“No reason,” I said as I quickly ran away. Then I saw the big stereo set. I grabbed water and threw it on the speakers. Zap! More and more people started to leave. I could hear them say, “I am never coming to this party again.”
“Finally my work had been done,” I thought to myself. For years I was able to write more and more books.
By: Ruben Duplessie
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