His alarm clock beeped loudly. Gerald stirred in bed. He fell off with a loud thump, and after a few seconds, stood up. It was still dark outside. He looked at his alarm clock, which was still beeping. It was 4:00. Perfect. Gerald hurried out of his room and down the stairs, nimbly and quietly, as he didn't want to awaken his parents. He started doing his first thing he always needs to do in the morning, which is make breakfast. Not a problem, he can just have a PopTart. After he finishes the PopTart, he then had to do his homework. He takes his backpack off a hook on the wall and unzips the top, and rummages around for a while. Eventually he finds a blue folder in the backpack, and looked at it. He cracked it open and found a math worksheet inside. He began to do his Trigonometric Ratios problems, and for a long time, only the sound of his pencil on paper was heard. When he finished, he put it back in his folder, which he then returned to his backpack. It was 5:00. That took him an hour. 25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvI0I1xupAn
The next things on his agenda were taking a shower. I won't describe that to you, you g*ming weirdo. After that, he brushed his teeth. He had an electric toothbrush that buzzed when he pressed a button on it. He spit in the sink of his bathroom, and then quickly ran out while he was still naked, and closed the door to his room. He quickly got dressed, and opened the door. He checked his...unb*ock he forgot his watch! He ran back into his room and picked up his watch, twirling it in his hands, before clipping it on his wrist. He looked at his watch, and saw the time was 5:20. He went back down the stairs and got his coat and hat, along with his shoes. It was December, meaning that yes, this book is a Christmas book, in the same way Die Hard is a Christmas movie. It also means that it is very frigid outside. He stepped outside. It was still dark, but this would not stop Gerald. He looked at his watch. 5:30. He's making great time. You may wonder why he's doing all of this. It's because, back in 6th grade, Cormac and Tatum started to tease Gerald that he was slower than Koo, another kid in their grade, known for his incredible slowness. Gerald was very offended by this, and he decided to prove them wrong by outrunning the bus. Eventually, that just snowballed into beating the bus before the driver wakes up. His friends await the day he sleeps in and misses the bus.
He started walking off in the dark, cool world, when he heard a screech. A loud, shrill screech. Then, a round object falls on his roof. He looks at his roof, and saw the object roll off the roof and plop on the ground. He ran over to it, and picked it up. It felt, hard, yet squishy. One part was fuzzy. He didn't want to dally any longer, so he put it in his backpack. . 25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCmnX6uaaon
After walking for 10 minutes, he arrived to the Amon High school. It was a relatively normal looking high school, red bricks and all. School didn't start until 8:00, which it was 5:40 now. He now just has to wait. He doesn't mind waiting, it gives him plenty if time to think. Eventually, school started. He entered the building with Levi and Johnovich. 25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvFfCJfhXLk
"Did you guys finish your math homework?" Gerald asked.
"Yeah." Johnovich replied.
"G*mity g*mes g*mes!" Levi cursed as he slapped his face.
"Have you had 5 missing assignments this year?" Johnovich asked.
"This is my fifth."
"Guess there's gonna be a detention for you buddy!" Gerald cooed.
"Balright." Levi muttered.
The 3 boys went through their respective classes. Gerald went to history, his first class. Everything seemed normal, except for one thing. It smelled. His history teacher, Mx. Lama came up to him and said:25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYjyH686MK9
"Hello Gerald, I can't possibly imagine why you smell, but you do."
Gerald smelled his armpits. He didn't smell. He took a shower this morning anyways. But if the smell came from where he's at...
"Gerald, I apologize for my inconsiderate comment. The horrendous smell appears to be wafting from your backpack."
Gerald looked at his backpack. Then he remembered the object he picked up earlier this morning. He picked it up, and quickly said to Mx. Lama:
"I'll be back."
"Yeah I hope you will. You'll be facing Judgement Day in that bathroom."
Gerald ran to the bathroom holding the backpack in front of him. When he got inside, he gasped:
"Man does this stink!"
He opened up the bag, and pulled out the object.
"Oh my Astolfo."
It was a head. He was appalled to realize he was holding a real, human head in his hands. It was scarred and bruised, and its jaw was open in a scream position. Its eyes stared into Gerald's soul. It was only the head part, no part of the neck was there. It was missing an ear. This was the object that fell on his house.
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