Don't Drool

CHAPTER ONE 

I threw the frisbee to my dad. "Catch!" I yelled as the frisbee flew towards him. He did not turn in time and the frisbee hit him on the head and his head fell off. "Aahhhhh!" I yelled. My dad was headless. I quickly ran into the house and locked myself in my room. How could he be headless? I heard my mom scream and the conversation with the 911 department. Mom: Come quickly!

911: What's wrong?

Mom: Ambulance!

911: Tell me or I will not send someone.

Mom: You dirt eater, send someone now.

911: Sorry but you are going to be arrested if you dont tell me what is wrong.

Mom: Go to hell!

5 minutes later...

Police: You are under arrest.

Mom: But my husband!

Police: You murdered him?

Mom: Yes...I mean no!

Police: Thank you for confessing

--conversation over --

I felt guilty. It was all my fault. I murdered him and my mom was taking the blame. She would get the death penalty for sure because of me. This was bad. CHAPTER TWO