04.08.02/3:45 p.m./a sad, sad tale.
The Tragedy of Yourmomma
a sad tale about a boy and his misfortune.
once there was a boy named Yourmother. his friends called him Yourmomma or Yourmom for short. not that he had very many friends.
see, Yourmom had social anxiety, and for a good reason. being with people of his own age (a ripe 13) always found him in quite a predicament. somehow, he was the butt of every joke the kids at school made, and he didn't know why! nothing they were saying about him was true, nor did it have any relevance to the situation. here are some examples.
scene 1: billy and joey are in a fight outside on the sidewalk.
scene 2: camille and caitlin are walking down the hall.
even Yourmom's teachers made fun of him!
scene 3: teacher is trying to show the class a video.
but Yourmomma was learning to cope with his difficulties. he began to respond less and less when he heard his name mentioned, until soon he didnt respond at all. then came the day that Yourmomma's new found disregard would ruin everything.
it was the day before the school dance, and it seemed like everyone had a date except Yourmom. that is, everyone but Tracey, the girl that Yourmom liked. that morning he saw Tracey and Sarah talking, and decided to listen in...
Sarah: so who do you want to go to the dance with?
Yourmom disregarded this statement, as he did every other statement that mentioned his name, and stopped listening. but Yourmom stopped listening too soon. if he had only listened to the next thing Tracey said...
Tracey: no, seriously, i want to go with Yourmom.
(5 minutes later, in math class)
Sarah: pssst! Myass! over here!
(Myass leans forward to talk to Yourmom, who's sitting infront of him)
Myass: psst, Yourmom!
(Two days later...the morning after the dance)
Yourmom: last night sucked, i was so bored, i stayed home just like i do every night. and to make things worse, Tracey, the girl i like, and her friend were making fun of me. what a bummer.
(Somewhere else in the school)
Tracey: I can't believe Yourmom didn't ask me to the dance! i'm so upset. he must not like me!
And thus concludes the Tragedy of Yourmother, a boy who lost a chance with the girl of his dreams because he assumed things. the moral of this story is don't assume, things might not be as they first appear!