“ This is Why My Homework is Late” By Ingrid Wefing
“ This is Why My Homework is Late” By Ingrid Wefing
I walked home after school and climbed the stairs up to my room. I opened my closet door, walked inside and pulled out some purple paint and a brush. I began to paint the nine foot model of a wooly mammoth. It was my creative way of letting my mind free. I put the finishing touches with the purple paint on and his eyes started to glow a neon yellow that made me freeze. I felt a weird tingling crawling through my fingers and toes, up my limbs, and through my shoulders until I felt as if I was floating. Suddenly, my stomach was sucked forward into the wooly mammoth’ s mouth, I could now see straight through my stomach to the wall behind. Next thing I knew my hand was gone and then the other, slowly each body part was quickly sucked into the mouth of the mammoth. I closed my eyes as my head flew into the mouth. When I opened my eyes I was in a place that was covered in ice and snow, I turned slowly around and saw a huge foot, or what I thought was a foot, covered in some thick red hair. I followed the leg up for what seemed like forever, above it I saw two giant tusks and two huge eyes looking down at me. I screamed but the animal didn’ t seem to mind he just swung his“ leg” around and handed me a piece of paper. I had no idea what it was for so I shredded it up and fed it to the woolly mammoth, only then did I realize that it was my homework.