I hate my teacher

 So today, it was a Tuesday. I went to school (NO DUR) and I went to class as usual. I have a mean teacher who HATES art.

 I finished a test and did all the homework crap, and all I had with me was a pencil. I asked for some paper from the teacher and guess what she said? She said NO, drawing is not education. Well, Mrs. Teacher if you read this, I would like to know why there is an art class a few rooms away? Huh, HUH?

 Clearly she either hates my class or art. I would have to say both if I can choose. Well anyways, after school, I made sandwitches for supper. I then studied and I drew.

Nerf Wars PART 2

   I am good at drawing. I was drawing a fox one day when my little cousin walks by. He then glanced at my paper, containing the framework of a wip fox. He then said it sucked. This is a picture of about what it looked like at the end.

 I said to him that these where the guidelines, and if he wants to have a drawing contest, he can try that. He then agreed and his fox was seriously just 5 or 6 lines. I told him to go away and he said okay to that. As he walked away, I saw the anger in his eyes. 

He said we had to have a nerf war to settle this. I was at his house, and I know in the basement he had a huge Nerf Gun Arsenal. And just guess where he was headed. The basement. I panicked, knowing he was the leader of a HUGE Nerf Team. It was also his birthday. His whole team was over for the party and they had brought all THEIR guns. And Pizza Rolls. Because why not. 

I searched for a place to hide. I then saw it : a large oak tree in the backyard. The kids at the party are small and can barely even tie their shoes. And if they can't do that, there clearly can't climb a tree. I ducked into the leaves at the last moment, and a foot soldier ran by.

 I knew if I planned to live, I needed to find a gun or sword. His arsenal would be guarded by the Pizza Roll Guardians. I trudged around the house, looking for an open window. Then I saw it. The open window, with no screen, leading into the arsenal. I climbed in.

 In the arsenal, I grabbed these items, shown in the pictures below.

 Both the guns were fully loaded. I was ready to fight some 4 year olds. I then marched out of the room and fired at the two guards at the door. As I walked, I could smell the birthday cake.

 Knowing some other kids that where here was good, as I convinced them to sneak in the base and help me. After about 9 kids joined, our team set up a camp in the attic. We felt safer there since as I said before, the little kids can barely climb. Besides, the ladder could be pulled up and nobody can get back up.

 I began to set up sleeping spots for the night because the party was for 2 days straight. When my team awoke, I went to grab some cereal and milk.