He walked in, brushed past others with their

He walked in, brushed past others with their chairs partially pushed in and their coats hanging over the back of their chairs, and sat down. He noticed his

feet were rather muddy. "How on earth did that happen?" He wondered. He had no recollection of walking through mud. The girl beside him was staring at him with an ugly expression.

"Stop lying!" She shrieked I wondered what she was talking about. When I tried hard I remembered going to my best friends house the night before. We had an argument then I

heard him say, "I am a sorcerer and you have pissed me off- therefore I curse you to be only able to utter lies from now on!" Then I woke up at home, unable to stop lying to

I was feeling somewhat self-conscious by then, but Geometry class would be safe. Unfortunately I opened my locker and saw a note someone had slipped in: "Something is going on."

Two-fingered Mary. I dated a girl named Three-fingered Mary. Could she have lost another finger and changed her name? Why did she leave a "Something's going on" note in my locker

written in Spanish? 2-fingered Mary, I surmised, was in trouble & trying to tell me...SHE NEEDED HELP!!! Slowly, I peered around the corner. A flash of plaid! Toward the cafeteria!

I followed the flasher to the cafeteria, and sure enough, there was Mary dancing on a table and singing about lumberjacks and hard wood. I never knew

my mom & dad were such extroverts- but live and learn. Well, this explains a lot of things, I thought, as I raised my booming baritone voice to egg them on with a loud Irish ditty.