Rocket Rules

Buffalo, New York, at a private school named Ace Academy is where I’ve been most popular lately. The drug dog doesn’t come around much, so I’m in a lucky place. My job is to destroy people’s lives; it’s more fun than it sounds. Sadly, a countless number of times I have made new friends that accept me for who I am, but then one day they just throw me down and walk away yelling, “I’m done!” That is what some “People” would call smart, but who wants to walk away from me? I am irresistible! And you just can’t get enough of me, literally.

Do you ever get that feeling where your full, and you want to expand your tummy, but then it hurts if you blow it out, or even touch it. So you lay back in your chair in pain? I do. Quite often. But it doesn’t happen to me when I’m full. It happens to me when my head is full. Full of questions, and answers, and just everything. I want to make my head bigger. But that’s just not possible. So, I hold my head, and stand up, so everything that has filled up my head, falls down down to the rest of my body, which seems strong enough to handle it. But yet I still feel pain in my head.

This story is dedicated to: Jessica James and Brianna Plehn. What could I do without you guys?

I wrapped the reins in my hands, and kicked Fray’s sides with a grunt. Fray took off in what seemed to be a slow gallop. I gathered the mane in my hand and held on, as he got faster and faster, through the grassy fields.