Gripping the first ratted piece of torn sneaker you pull yourself up, you keep on till you get to the top. You sat down to take a breath and then find yourself almost being thrown of because Callum is etting up to dump his tray. "Oh my god please NO!." Matt gripped the shoe lace that was tied up into a bow. "Aaaah!!! Stop moving!!!! Please!" Matt yelled." Oh, I think i'm gonna be sick." As Matt was being flung about, Callum had dumped his tray and was moving back towards the table once again. When he sat back down he flung his foot around and Matt flew off the shoe letting go fo the shoe lace and hit the table leg and slid all the way to the floor unconseious.
Matt woke witih a groan. "Ow." He groaned as he sat up. "There has been some magor damage done to my body." he grunted. As he was sitting against the table leg he looked out the window and noticed that it was dark out side. He was fine and comfortable until he heard that unsacred sound of sweeping from the night ganators broom. "Oh god no. Why me!?" He cursed. The sweeping got closer and closer, and with each *swish* of the broom he tried to pull himself up but he just couldnt do it. He was to sore. "I need to see a nurse." He laughed again remembering that he was an inch!
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