This is an interesting story about the spring break I experienced senior year.
> Be senior in high school
> It's a rainy night during spring break.
> Friends are on vacation.
> My mom is out with my little brother at the pediatrician.
> My dad is working late.
> Trying to get a big assignment done in my bedroom before break ends.
> Rather, I'm hunched over my textbook, staring past it.
> Feeling unproductive here, literally been staring for the past few hours.
> Lightning is creating silhouettes of things from outside my window
> Wind is strong enough to blow the house over.
> Think about my future.
> Think about model biplane.
> Think about a girl in my gym class with a blue track suit.
> I'm definitely not doing my homework any time soon.
> Can't relax.
> Storm is making me uneasy.
> Feel hungry.
> Get up to go to the fridge.
> Turn the kitchen light on.
> The power goes out.
> I'm home alone, but suddenly I don't feel safe at all.
I should be able to wrap this up with one more post. Continue?
go on. this sounds pretty comfy.
What is spring break? Strictly american concept, right?
>>27132541
Go on, I'm intrigued
Looks like this is going to be a three-part story. Sorry for dishonesty.
> I can only see when lightning strikes outside.
> I've forgotten that I'm hungry. Now I just want to sleep.
> Feel my way to the couch, hoping, maybe, that I would get some rest despite the storm.
> Plop down, head cocked at an uncomfortable angle, and try to close my eyes.
> With every flash of lightning my thoughts shift.
> I want something from the fridge, although I shouldn't get anything if the power's out.
> A fuse must have busted. Or maybe a power line got struck. There's a generator in the garage for those cases.
> Wonder why my mom and brother have been out for so long.
> Decide I'm too hungry to sleep.
> Go to the fridge.
> I had it explained to me that when the power's out, the cold air in the fridge dissipates when opened.
> If this is going to be along outage, that mains the food will spoil if I'm not careful
> It's just a rain storm; the power should be back on soon as it's over.
> Unless, of course, the power line was cut.
>>27132842
Can't tell where this is going. Cont OP
Last part.
> Completely dark inside the fridge.
> Thanks to my mom, every food item has its own place in there.
> She has this obsession with keeping everything organized.
> Forces her organized regime on everyone else in the house.
> Thanks to her, I can remember where everything would be at this point.
> Feel around intuitively.
> Literally nothing but juice, peppers and squash.
> Begin to shut the fridge when I'm hit with a scent that overwhelms the three things in the fridge.
> It's so distinct it almost knocks me out.
> Irrespective, it takes me a while for my brain to process what the smell is.
> It's peanut butter.
> My stomach sinks.
> Turn around.
> In perfect timing, almost as if orchestrated, a flash of lightning floods the kitchen with a harsh, cold light.
> Catch a glimpse of a shape just outside of the kitchen.
> See, among the shadows, a dark figure riding a Segway.
> Oh my god.
> It's Paul Blart.
> Scramble to the living room, sweating.
> I already know of the intruder's presence and I know that the intruder senses my presence.
> Feel stomach being rung like a rag.
> My ear follows the sound of the electric Segway rolling from carpet onto the living room floor, followed by a shout like gunfire.
> "Freeze."
> I'm back in the kitchen, dashing for the cupboard by the dishwasher.
> My sweat has turned to peanut butter.
> Pray to God that I fit.
> Hide in cupboard.
> Wait.
> Don't know why; he knows I'm here.
> Paul Blart.
> He reeks of loneliness/peanut butter.
> Now I know why the energy has left this house.
> The wind is shrieking outside like a coaxing siren.
> I'm frozen, all ears.
> I peer through the cabinet door.
> There I see him, like the inevitable grim reaper.
> Moving about five mph on his Segway straight toward me.
> The lightning reveals his badge and his mustache.
> My fear embodied.
> Paul Blart is the terror.
> The mediocrity.
> The end.
> "Don't mess with my mall..."
That's the story of my spring break, fellas. Let me know what you think.
>>27133062
Pretty good 8/10
Future pasta possibility
I am left with a very strong feeling of wtf.
Very nice, OP. I enjoyed that.
>>27132541
what fucking spring break?
>>27133013
Blart thread? Blart thread.
>>27134155
I fucking love these by the way, I want to make a collection.
>>27134183
But I need more.
That's where you guys come in
