In a Pickle Chapter 1
Chapter 1 In a Pickle? For real.
It was March something, I don't remember, I was in a pickle. Not like, " Oh rats! I forgot my lunchbox! Am I in a pickle or not?!" or " My mom's gonna see this mess! Oh shucks! I'm in a pickle!". Not anything like that, it was way beyond that. I was truly most definitely inside a pickle. Lodged inside the pickle for a extremely long time. The sour juice got into my eyes and ears and it soaked through my shirt and on my belly button. My brain felt mushy like a soggy piece of toast. No, waffle.
Lodged inside that pickle made me realize something, how did I get inside the pickle? All I remember was walking home from Publix with a bag of nachos and something pushed me into the pickle. Then I realized that, why a pickle? Why not a bag of Cheez-its or something? Why did it have to be a stupid old smelly pickle? The odor stank like fifteen tons of sweaty gym socks wrapped around in farts.
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This is Whats-his-face. I haven't really gotten a name fer him yet. He is in a pickle. Not trouble. IN a pickle. With all that reek and juice, you begin tuh wonder, what the socks am I doing in a pickle? Now what things are gonna happen now? Well yur gonna have tuh read to find out. STORY TAGS
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"I'm not in trouble or anything, I'm seriously IN a pickle."
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