Mooooooood

Today was a normal day. Except that I was a fake assembly line worker making little cheerleader "dolls". They were really outlines of girls that we had to color in. I have never been so annoyed with coloring this year yet. Although trying to erase a crayon was pretty bad, but I won't go into that today. It's just that coloring hair brown when most of the cheerleaders are blonde is inaccurate. Meh!

The car swerved to the left, then right, and the tires screeched when turning back again. A loud thud was heard as the wheel jeered to a sudden right, and the car immediately halted its movement forward. A black mark oozed out of the ground as a dented, compact, kickbutt car was abandoned between two faded white lines until a little past 9.

I emerged from the transport, carrying along with me a bass guitar that had recently been renovated; everything was appeasing to the eye. In the near front came Drew, the amazing driver of the automobile. There's a reason that he's been in 3 accidents so far.,

We entered the youth room, greeted by Eben, who seemed to be passing by at the time, and barely anyone attended yet. Everything went normally, yadyadyada.

But then suddenly out of nowhere, after our group gathered and dispersed, came an associate of around my age. I was gripping my bass at the time, in a hope to exit the premises and return home. From thin air sharp notes are being smashed into a horrible 2-note melody. Oh the horror! After screaming in agony, my bass's strength could last no longer. A hard pluck came to the poor instrument's thickest string: the E string. In a desperate attempt to survive the attack, my bass slowly uncoiled the thick string. And then more. And then more. The vital artery of the bass guitar now drooped down below any other string, as my bass had just been assaulted. The crowd gasped in shock as they viewed the painful beating! Rushing to the car, our family quickly attempted to bring the injured instrument home and repair it's missing artery.
As we searched the drawers, the cabinets, the closets, and the shelves, such a thick string did not reveal itself. It seems that our comfortably numb instrument will have to remain inactive until its scale can be fully restored, and the high caliber thread can be found.

But for now, we shall grieve and pray for this unfortunate injury of the sad instrument; so unexpected and pointless.