The time? 8:30 A.M,… uh, Coruscant time? Or something? Date? June 8th, the summer break of sixth grade, a hot and stuffy day, in an elevator, at the Empire State building on Kellen’s vacation, with Tommy coming along.
“I can’t wait to see Sara,” I said to Kellen in the elevator.
“Love is forbidden in the Origami Club, remember, Tommy?” said Kellen.
“Dude, shut up, I haven’t seen her in like, two months! You sound like Obi Wan,” I said.
“Hey, hey, calm down, I’m sayin’, dude, calm down.”
He never said anything about love before. Dwight said something like that, but that was just him being weird, messing with our brains, like he usually does.
“Ok. Let’s make an agreement. If I calm down, you have to get a brain,” I said.
Then the elevator doors opened, and at the top floor, we saw a couple faces we didn’t expect to see: Harvey’s stupid, smirking, ugly face, and Dwight’s weird, freaky drooling face.
Who wants to write the next story? SF Xarl