Virtual Ink Volume 2 // Issue 1 // Fall 2014 | Page 14

  The Sheep That Ate My Homework BY GUINNEVERE BECKELHYMER  “Maaaaah!” I formed an automatic squint under the wrath of the scorching California sun. How peculiar, my inner monologue mused on cue. Certainly the beach contains no legitimate sources of bleating. My previous trance to the laptop screen before me was broken, as my eager eyes now hungered entertainment beyond normalcy. Following the scent of my curiosity, I directed my bloodhound instincts to shred through the scenery in search of amusement. I proceeded to pick apart every individual fixture from the globs of goons bustling about the shore, to the distant littering of houses to the left of the private area. My immediate hypothesis was that I wouldn’t be able to locate any source for the abrupt interference. It was more likely that I had lost my mind, for I had too much of it to keep track of. Besides, the repulsive sand filled terrain surrounding me was a private spot on the beach, rented specifically for the bustling crew that were currently ankle deep in the ocean. They were pathetic, every single one of them, especially the 14 plastic geezer in their center. All around him the other less sculpted and more clothed orbited about him. They treated him like their sun, manipulating the environment for his needs. Though how they immortalized an expired god like him was unfathomable. I took note of how the model glittered with a false gold aura as he forced his chiseled form in predictable poses. His thinning hair dangled behind him, the caramel tint obviously dyed to cover up the grey. For a brief moment, he made it his priority to glance his steely eyes in my direction, eyebrows furrowing in a sculpted scowl. This gave me little interest though, as I was currently trying to hold on to what little sanity I had left. For as expected, nothing out of habitat could be spotted. That is, if you didn’t include the abhorrent existence of the wannabe Fabio. I gave a mechanical sigh, about to admit defeat, when the heat generated from my laptop started to descend further away from my torso. Though my well-trained mind was advanced in its observant methods, my body on the other hand, reacted sluggishly in its mission to retrieve