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The Best Spy Gear |
| Written by Moudy | |
| Tuesday, 27 May 2008 | |
Let me tell you about the day I discovered the best spy gear to use when I stalked my biggest crush. It was an early spring day on May 12th and I could hear my English class coming in to get ready for another lesson. I saw my crush's stomach as she sat down in her regular seat, gossiping about boys who used to proclaim fake love to her. Oddly enough, the only part of her gossip I found interesting while I was staring at her silver-coated belly-button ring was that the boys were never seen around her again after she "confronted them", or vice versa. Anyways, the placement of my spy gear was rather sloppy since everything I saw out of the desk looked sideways. But the quality of what I saw made up for the sloppy placement; it was no better and no worse than the quality of the average human eye. The amount of sound I could hear as well was no better and no worse than the average hearing level of humans. But with every piece of technology, there is a flaw. With this piece of technology, the flaw was that I literally had no choice to where I could put it. However, since I "loved" her so much, it didn't matter what part of her I saw. My "love" for that beautiful girl stripped me of my morals and put me into that position of never-ending spying. On the same note, it was the day before when the spy gear had been placed. On May 11th, yesterday, during the evening, I confronted that girl of my dreams in the same English classroom to tell her how much I "loved" her. That day was also the same day our school's talent show was hosted, so everyone was in the auditorium watching the show as we were getting ready to perform next in the English room. It was the perfect opportunity to tell her how much I really felt. It was also the perfect opportunity for her to show me how she really felt. Before I could let myself announce my "love" to her, I felt something jagged strike my Adam's apple and then my head had violently hit the floor. It rolled to the side of her desk, and then was stuffed savagely inside of it. I heard the nylon of my pants scrape against the floor and then something being slid open. My body, it was my body, being thrown out of the classroom window. I continued listening and heard sounds of paper towels quickly being torn and wiped across the floor after my body was dumped outside. Moments later I heard someone come into the room, and my first instinct was that it was the coordinator of the talent show. "Where is Moudy, Karissa?" the coordinator asked politely. "He went home," Karissa continued out of breath. "He was too nervous to do his act." "Well then, I guess you are going to be on earlier; go get changed quickly, it looks like you had a pretty bad fall in that tomato juice on the floor." Today it's May 12th and I realize that my head is the best piece of spy gear out there. Copyright 2008 Moudy |
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