The telephones ringing, I guess I better get up and answer it. Though I really don’t want to, but it might be important, since it is so late at night
"Hello?"
"Just ask Jessica what happened!" It was John, I guess it wasn’t that important after all. I didn’t know what he was talking about and I don’t know any one named Jessica, but this is how John talked on the phone. Sometimes it can be really amusing to listen too.
"Who the hell is Jessica? And what happened?"
"That’s a whole other thing, but I must get that letter back or else!"
"Okay John, what letter and what do I have to do with this?"
"Sometimes the best friend that you have can turn on you."
"Oooooh, what did I do this time John? Are you mad at me for putting that box of cheerios down your pants last Friday in the mess hall? You have to admit that was really funny." That must be the reason he is mad at me and now he is getting his revenge by calling me up in the middle of the night with these annoying phone calls.
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"No John I’m not, I’m tired John, will you please let me get some sleep?"
"I’ve never been in a morgue before."
"I find it difficult to believe you. You work there, idiot." Then I heard it, it was the click of the phone on the other side.
Good, now I can get my rest.
The next morning I awoke to my annoying alarm clock buzzing. I went out to get the morning newspaper that the delivery boy leaves at my apartment door. As I went back inside I noticed a pink and purple note attached to the door. I opened it and read: Me, You, 8am, The Mango Store. It was signed Belinda, she is on of my best friends.
I love The Mango Store, by its name you can guess that it sells mangoes-but not just mangoes, there’s all different kinds of nifty imported stuff. I looked at my watch; it was 7:45. Wow, I better get going then, or I’ll miss her.
When I got to The Mango Store, Belinda was no where in sight, but I did find John. He was dressed like a goof, trying to be a secret agent, with a brown trench coat on and a Sherlock Holmes hat that he had bought at the dollar store. Figures that he would do something like that to mess with my mind.
"Hey John, what’s up? Were you the one that put that note on my door?"
"Yes it was me, I have some top secret information that I need to share with you that you need to keep quiet, I mean really hush hush."
"Ooooook John, I won’t tell a soul."
"Word on the street is that there is a serial killer on the loose"
"Really John, well if it is from the word on the street then other people must know about it so it wouldn’t be very hush hush then, would it?"
"Well it really isn’t from the streets. I just think there is because the morgue is filling up quite fast. The government just wants to keep it under control because they don’t want people running around like chickens with they’re heads cut off, just because there’s one serial killer in town." With that John made a strangled crowing noise. What a moron.
"Whatever John, I think you need mental help."
"WOOHOO! MENTAL HELP! I heard that the people in those places are really nice. But be careful I don’t want you to get hurt."
"Alrighty then, I have to go John, classes are gonna start soon." With that I went back to my car leaving John there to fend for himself, I really worry about him sometimes.
As I pulled into the school parking garage I heard a car backfire somewhere near. But was it really a car backfiring? What John told me is really scaring me now. He got so serious when he told me to be careful. He is never serious. I looked around and I didn’t see very much. I guess it was just a car backfiring. I’m just paranoid.
As I got out of my car I saw John’s car careening towards me. Ooooh no this is the end. He lost his mind and now he is out to get me.
As I saw my life flash before my eyes, i realized John had stopped and he leaped out of the car.
"I will save you my sweet!"
"Um John? What are you saving me from?"
"No time for talk now!" He reached toward his belt, and to my surprise, he was carrying a sword. He started to butcher the poles, by swiping his sword at them. Oh my god, what am I going to do with him? He is so rejected.
"John, I think you should go home and get some rest."
"NO! I MUST SAVE YOU FROM THE SERIAL KILLERS FIRST!"
"Ugh, John, it’s okay, they’re just poles, they won’t attack me."
"Hmm, really?" With that John went up to each of the poles and examined them really closely. "I guess they are. Sorry poles. Bye Jubilee!"
"See ya John."
John finally did get some mental help, and now he is a psychiatrist. I am currently writing a book about my adventures with John, and man, are they funny.