There aren’t very many, but here are some stories I wrote during the summer.

The Dudette in the Next Desk

One day there was a man called Duck. He went to school in 6th grade and he alaways got crap from his friends about his name. He sat in the middle of the room, in Mr. Piano’s room for home room. He sat next to a hottie (in his description) that he loved dearly. One day it was time to sign middle of the year yearbooks. He wanted the hottie (who’s name was Rye) to sign his yearbook. but he was too shy to ask  rye to sign his yearbook. So he asked all of her ugly fat friends to sign it first to see if she would ask him to sign it instead. But then the pen got stuck in one of Rye’s friend’s fat. Then rye asked duck to sign it, but he started gassing because he had his mom’s seasoned beans for breakfest lunch and dinner the day before. Rye fainted, and fell into Duck’s arms. Rye put up a big stink cause ducks pits stunk worse than fried onions with meatballs and spagettie and farting fat poeple next to it. Then she fainted again and duck let her go because she was to good for him. So he went  home and faked her signature and was happy. Then he called her and she farted into the phone and blew him off. So Duck stopped liking girls because they are icky.
The End!