U.F.B
as i transcend from the inner dwellings of my residence through the open door and into the open world, i raise my head slowly but surely. i stare persistently at the darkening sky, hoping and wishing that some subtantial event might bechance in my fragile existence.
a few minutes later, my keen eye notices an unidenified flying object hovering in the upper regions of the atmosphere. soon, more appear. my undeveloped ability to count leads me to conclude that there are a thousand alien objects in the sky. i curse my wrothless mathematics tutor and my inability to stay concious during lessons.
the unidentified flying objects loom closer. i later realise that they are known as mutant flying bears. with large eyes the size of bowling balls and razor sharp teeth, they pass by menacingly. my unwavering mental ability to handle such unexpected occurrences helps me to keep my cool. i do not even flinch once.
soon they fly into a distance beyond my sight, onto another town. as i fantasize the mutant bears demolishing my mathematics teacher, my neck aches.