Just a Day in the Village

The Challenge: Write a story with the phrases "little boy" "torn page" "market" "cart". Use 150-Infinite words.

"You know what I hate?" Yaneth said with a sigh.

"Everything?" Anthony asked with a wide smile.

Yaneth gave him a glare.

"What?" Jenny asked in her usual peppy tone.

"I don't want to hear depressing things!" Michael cut in. "This is a happy time! When was the last time we had a fun class where we didn't have to do work?"

"Twice!" Beau declared with a grin.

The class glanced at Beau.

Beau sighed. "Sorry."

Mrs. Specht, who was leading the class, turned and said, "Does anyone have to go to the bathroom?"

No one spoke.

"Just me?" Mrs. Specht asked, a little disappointment in her voice.

"It's okay, we'll stay here while you go," Haley said.

Mrs. Specht nodded. "Alrighty."

She left the class standing in the middle of the Village as she entered the Cafe across the street.

"We have about five minutes," Anthony said, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

"Knowing my mom," Michael said. "We have about twenty."

The class laughed.

Ashley spoke up. "So what are we going to do first?"

Haley's eyes fell on a little boy licking a lolly pop. "We could go steal that sucker from that sucker!"

Anthony frowned. "You're such a bad person."

Dee folded her arms. "I'm bored."

"Me too," Yaneth admitted.

Michael stepped forward. "Wait, wait...where's Gregg and Peter?"

Everyone looked around.

"There they are!" Ashley shrieked.

The group turned to see Gregg and Peter, lying in a pool of their own blood. Haley was standing over them, holding a very bloody, torn piece of paper.

"Remember us," Peter said quietly. "For our---"

"SHUT UP!" Haley screamed as she body-slammed on top of him.

Everyone's jaw dropped.

"Hey!" Beau said, changing the subject. "Let's go to Farmer's Market!"

The class looked at Beau, their arms folded.

"Sorry," Beau said with a sigh.

"We could always steal that cart and ride down that hill," Gregg said with a smile.

Anthony frowned. "Wait. I thought Haley killed you!"

"She did," Gregg said, returning the frown.

Everyone shrugged.

"Anyway," Michael said. "If we're going to have fun, we should probably do something now."

Dee smiled evilly. "Does anyone have any juice?"

"I do!" Beau declared, pulling out a bottle of chocolate milk.

"That ain't juice!" Dee scolded, slapping Beau across the face.

Beau sighed. "Sorry."

Soemi looked to her left. "We could always raid the grocery store for some juice."

Everyone smiled.


When Mrs. Specht returned from the bathroom, she returned to find the entire Village on fire and in ruins. All that was left was Peter, who's corpse was now in flames, and the rest of the class, who stood their holding nothing but a bottle of juice. 

A sheepish smile crept across Soemi's face. "Sowwy!"

The End

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