Why Lem is my Hero:
One Awesome Possum and a Rad Sw0llen 0strich
My first thought when told to write about my hero was "What the hell?! I don't have any!" But then it happened, I got myself a damn hero. His name you ask? Lem, I am unaware of any last name though.
It was brought to my attention one cold dismal Sunday afternoon in October that this boy has special powers, special magic powers if you ask me. I know what you're thinking: "Oh he can pull a rabbit out of his hat or hypnotize some poor gullible sap." But nay, his powers are much greater than that, better than awakening the dead, better than making the statue of Liberty disappear. He can make the most annoying kid in the world shut up. I don't know how he does it, but with one simple word, he will stop humping his friends chair, stop shooting spit-wads in the direction of my friend and I, stop pushing the garbage can over, even stop talking.
I have known this annoying kid, let's call him Royce, since I was in the second grade. Back in the day he wasn't such a bad kid, kinda cool actually. But then the departure from Harvey Clarke to Tom McCall occurred. After the third grade, I wasn't to see him until fifth.
All hell was let loose. He became this creepy, scrawny annoying hkid with glasses, and the next year would move across the street from me. He would chase me into my house if I was outside, run up to my front window if I was in the living room doing homework or practicing my dances for dance class, just make my life miserable. At least he would leave to Neil Armstrong and I would remain at Tom McCall for a year. But then it happened, I moved to Neil Armstrong for the seventh grade.
I endured a year of "Hey I know her" "See that girl, she's my neighbor" to horrific lies like "she's my girl friend" would the pain never end? He later went to High School and I got a little relief, but the neighbor trauma continued, and both resumed my Freshman year and continued to now, my Sophomore. I have tried everything I could to make him stop; ignoring him, being nice, death threats, even bribery with money. But only one kid, one senior who we call Lem, can control him. With one word the most annoying kid on the planet shuts up.
Hats off to my man Lem, you own Royce you do. You da man fo shizzle, Lem, my hero and a kid who is worthy of Home Sloth Status. We all owe him on big "All hail Lem, he is god, we bow down" and bow down to our savior from the annoying one. Thank you.
haha I wrote that in 38 minutes last night starting at 11. But yeah, this kids my hero. Although I did use my other paper, it'd get me the better grade. But the kid does need to turn down the head phones, I could tell what he was listening to and what songs.
My first thought when told to write about my hero was "What the hell?! I don't have any!" But then it happened, I got myself a damn hero. His name you ask? Lem, I am unaware of any last name though.
It was brought to my attention one cold dismal Sunday afternoon in October that this boy has special powers, special magic powers if you ask me. I know what you're thinking: "Oh he can pull a rabbit out of his hat or hypnotize some poor gullible sap." But nay, his powers are much greater than that, better than awakening the dead, better than making the statue of Liberty disappear. He can make the most annoying kid in the world shut up. I don't know how he does it, but with one simple word, he will stop humping his friends chair, stop shooting spit-wads in the direction of my friend and I, stop pushing the garbage can over, even stop talking.
I have known this annoying kid, let's call him Royce, since I was in the second grade. Back in the day he wasn't such a bad kid, kinda cool actually. But then the departure from Harvey Clarke to Tom McCall occurred. After the third grade, I wasn't to see him until fifth.
All hell was let loose. He became this creepy, scrawny annoying hkid with glasses, and the next year would move across the street from me. He would chase me into my house if I was outside, run up to my front window if I was in the living room doing homework or practicing my dances for dance class, just make my life miserable. At least he would leave to Neil Armstrong and I would remain at Tom McCall for a year. But then it happened, I moved to Neil Armstrong for the seventh grade.
I endured a year of "Hey I know her" "See that girl, she's my neighbor" to horrific lies like "she's my girl friend" would the pain never end? He later went to High School and I got a little relief, but the neighbor trauma continued, and both resumed my Freshman year and continued to now, my Sophomore. I have tried everything I could to make him stop; ignoring him, being nice, death threats, even bribery with money. But only one kid, one senior who we call Lem, can control him. With one word the most annoying kid on the planet shuts up.
Hats off to my man Lem, you own Royce you do. You da man fo shizzle, Lem, my hero and a kid who is worthy of Home Sloth Status. We all owe him on big "All hail Lem, he is god, we bow down" and bow down to our savior from the annoying one. Thank you.
haha I wrote that in 38 minutes last night starting at 11. But yeah, this kids my hero. Although I did use my other paper, it'd get me the better grade. But the kid does need to turn down the head phones, I could tell what he was listening to and what songs.