Johnson Ellison
A humorous story of a nine year old who gets three spankings in one day…
I woke up at six thirty to the smell of meat and eggs in the kitchen. I jumped out of bed and pulled my pants on, and ran through the obstacle course of my room. A pain shot up through my toe, through my foot, up my leg, and through my whole body.
The pain reached my brain, and my brain is kind of disabled. So after three minutes, it calculated that I had stubbed my toe. I involuntarily screamed my head off.
After I screamed for ten minutes, I recovered and started off in the piles of weird things laying around in my room.
When I started to walk through my door, the door started coming at my face, and smashed me with amazing force.
I flew five feet back, and landed on my back.
As I started to cry, I heard cruel laughing. My brother, Edward, came into the doorway. "Got you, Johnny!!!" He yelled, and started laughing again.
"My name is Johnson!" I yelled back.
"Oh, what’s your first name, then?!!!!?!?!?!?" Edward said, laughing nastily.
I scowled.
"HEY, EDWARD!!!!!!" My mom screeched from the kitchen. "Just because he’s only nine, doesn’t mean you can hurt him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ok, mom." Edward said.
As I stumbled into the living room to watch the cartoons. I tripped over something, which turned out to be Edward’s foot, and fell on to the end table. A vase full of wilted purple flowers fell violently onto the floor, and shattered into a trillion pieces, cutting my foot.
I quickly moved onto the couch put a surprised face on. "Mom!!!! The cat just broke your vase!!!!" I yelled.
Mom rushed into the living room to look at the damage. After a couple quick looks at the wreck, mom turned to me. "But Johnson," She said, "we don’t have a cat."
"I meant the dog!" I returned.
"But son!!! We don’t have a dog either!!!!"
"What I meant to say is the parrot."
"We don’t have a parrot!!!!!!"
"He flew through the door!!!!"
"But the door is closed."
"Well, I closed it to try to keep him from getting in, but he got in before I closed it."
"Then where is he now?"
"Dunno."
"Come with me." Mum said sternly.
On the way to the my bedroom, mum picked up a wooden spoon. You might be able to guess what happened next.
That day at school, I was sitting in math class, doing some super-duper hard addition problems. I just couldn’t figure out what 2+2 was.
Widdler, the stupidest kid in the school, threw a spit ball at me when the teacher was writing on the chalkboard. It landed on my desk and started to disintegrate.
I picked it up and threw it towards the trash can, but I missed and hit Anne.
I giggled and turned back to my work.
As I puzzled about what 2+2 was, I felt a laser piercing my head. I looked up, and my teacher was glaring at me, and a laser came out of her eyes.
"Did you throw that spitball at Anne?????" The teacher asked angrily.
"I threw it at the trash can, but I missed." I said, failing to say where I had gotten it.
"Likely story!!?!?!?!?!" The teacher said.
A few minutes later, I was sitting shame-facedly in the principle’s office, he told me I had to write a thousand-word essay on the chemical composition of saliva.
That night, after I had gotten another spanking for throwing spitballs, I pushed some toys under my bed, clearing a spot to sit and work on my essay. I took the pile of Barbie dolls, and threw them under my bed. I took the pile of ginourmous Legos, and a play drum set and tossed them in my top dresser drawer.
I walked out into the kitchen, and reached into the fridge, and grabbed the pop bottle. I tried to pour it, but missed. When I finally got myself a huge glass of Pepsi, I went back into my room, and started on my essay.
At 1:00 AM, I was finally done with my essay, and I had had two and a half bottles of Pepsi.
I got in bed, and laid there for about an hour. All the caffeine in the Pepsi had kept me up.
So I went out to the living room and turned on the TV.
I somehow forgot that my parents were sleeping.
As I saw my dad walking angeredly out of his bedroom, I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to watch TV unless I was watching something that I knew about.
That would be the third spanking that I got that day.
The pain reached my brain, and my brain is kind of disabled. So after three minutes, it calculated that I had stubbed my toe. I involuntarily screamed my head off.
After I screamed for ten minutes, I recovered and started off in the piles of weird things laying around in my room.
When I started to walk through my door, the door started coming at my face, and smashed me with amazing force.
I flew five feet back, and landed on my back.
As I started to cry, I heard cruel laughing. My brother, Edward, came into the doorway. "Got you, Johnny!!!" He yelled, and started laughing again.
"My name is Johnson!" I yelled back.
"Oh, what’s your first name, then?!!!!?!?!?!?" Edward said, laughing nastily.
I scowled.
"HEY, EDWARD!!!!!!" My mom screeched from the kitchen. "Just because he’s only nine, doesn’t mean you can hurt him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ok, mom." Edward said.
As I stumbled into the living room to watch the cartoons. I tripped over something, which turned out to be Edward’s foot, and fell on to the end table. A vase full of wilted purple flowers fell violently onto the floor, and shattered into a trillion pieces, cutting my foot.
I quickly moved onto the couch put a surprised face on. "Mom!!!! The cat just broke your vase!!!!" I yelled.
Mom rushed into the living room to look at the damage. After a couple quick looks at the wreck, mom turned to me. "But Johnson," She said, "we don’t have a cat."
"I meant the dog!" I returned.
"But son!!! We don’t have a dog either!!!!"
"What I meant to say is the parrot."
"We don’t have a parrot!!!!!!"
"He flew through the door!!!!"
"But the door is closed."
"Well, I closed it to try to keep him from getting in, but he got in before I closed it."
"Then where is he now?"
"Dunno."
"Come with me." Mum said sternly.
On the way to the my bedroom, mum picked up a wooden spoon. You might be able to guess what happened next.
That day at school, I was sitting in math class, doing some super-duper hard addition problems. I just couldn’t figure out what 2+2 was.
Widdler, the stupidest kid in the school, threw a spit ball at me when the teacher was writing on the chalkboard. It landed on my desk and started to disintegrate.
I picked it up and threw it towards the trash can, but I missed and hit Anne.
I giggled and turned back to my work.
As I puzzled about what 2+2 was, I felt a laser piercing my head. I looked up, and my teacher was glaring at me, and a laser came out of her eyes.
"Did you throw that spitball at Anne?????" The teacher asked angrily.
"I threw it at the trash can, but I missed." I said, failing to say where I had gotten it.
"Likely story!!?!?!?!?!" The teacher said.
A few minutes later, I was sitting shame-facedly in the principle’s office, he told me I had to write a thousand-word essay on the chemical composition of saliva.
That night, after I had gotten another spanking for throwing spitballs, I pushed some toys under my bed, clearing a spot to sit and work on my essay. I took the pile of Barbie dolls, and threw them under my bed. I took the pile of ginourmous Legos, and a play drum set and tossed them in my top dresser drawer.
I walked out into the kitchen, and reached into the fridge, and grabbed the pop bottle. I tried to pour it, but missed. When I finally got myself a huge glass of Pepsi, I went back into my room, and started on my essay.
At 1:00 AM, I was finally done with my essay, and I had had two and a half bottles of Pepsi.
I got in bed, and laid there for about an hour. All the caffeine in the Pepsi had kept me up.
So I went out to the living room and turned on the TV.
I somehow forgot that my parents were sleeping.
As I saw my dad walking angeredly out of his bedroom, I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to watch TV unless I was watching something that I knew about.
That would be the third spanking that I got that day.
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