Shorts

This is just some short little side stories. Nothing really interesting happened, but it give you something to do, right? I may use them in something bigger later…

-Bus Ride-

Jason was taking Amy, Tyler and I to the museum on one cloudy Saturday afternoon. We were riding the bus, because Jason’s car was broken… again. Jason was dealing with Tyler at that moment. That crazy kid was always up to something. Well, I really shouldn’t call him kid because Tyler’s a few minutes older than me.

Anyway, the bus driver called “We’re here! Everybody off.”

I thought that this was our stop, so I got off the bus. When the doors closed and the crowd cleared, Jason, Amy and Tyler were still on the bus.

“Oh crap!” I shouted as I started to run after the bus. But I didn’t even come close to catching up with it.

“Well,” I sighed, “All I need now is a car with GPS.” Even though I’m only three, I can drive with ease.

I walked down the dark streets, looking for a parking lot. I heard some noise behind me and I turned around on my heels. Suddenly I was pinned up against a brick wall. Two large dogs held me there by my arms. Great. I thought being caught by a gang is just what I need. The leader walked up to me. He was a huge black Labrador, with some foam coming out of his mouth.

“Cough up your money, kitten.”

He said the last word in a taunting way. This guy would have been better off if he had lighted a bomb when he was locked in a closet. But I tried to remain calm.

“I don’t have any money.” I said in the sweetest, little kitten voice I could. I knew that all the big dogs of the world were always a push over for something cute. The other dog put me down as I put on the cutest kitty face I could.

“Aw.” The lab said, “ Such a cute kitty can go.”

If I haven’t said this before, I hate being called cute. My big eyes and smile instantly faded. Replaced by fiery eyes and bared teeth. I lunged at the leader, clawing his muzzle. The two others jumped towards me, but I jumped up, causing them to crash into each other. I punched the lab- claws sheathed- and knocked him out.

I ran as fast as my small legs could carry me to the nearest parking lot. I didn’t have enough time to beat up more bullies. I found a Mercedes with black tinted window and a nice looking GPS.

“Perfect.”

I got out my new pocketknife and unlocked the door. The keys weren’t in the car, so I got down under the dashboard and hot-wired it. Soon, I was off on the road and I used the GPS to find the museum.

Jason was pacing, clearly worried, in the front of the museum. I parked the car and found some spare keys in the back seat. I put the keys in my pocket with my lighter knife and ran up to Jason.

“Where were you?” He shouted, but he didn’t let me answer. “No, more importantly, how did you get here?”

I pulled out the car keys and swung them around on my finger. Jason quickly grabbed them and sighed.

“We’ll talk about this at home. For now, you just better learn something at this stupid museum.” He turned to the museum and our group of four walked in.