I couldn't believe what had just happened.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. My heart raced and my head pounded. Was I dreaming or could this actually be real?

I pinched myself, it was all definitely real. James had actually asked me out in broad daylight. I wasn't even a popular girl, but I sure would be if I said yes. I told him that I

He turned around and asked to borrow a pencil. I gasped and said

"Put it away! Put it away right now! If you don't put it away, so help me I'll..." I averted my eyes & shoved the pencil at him across the desk. He picked it up & put it behind his

H.R. Pufnstuf lunchbox. "What's your deal with your weird thing about pencils?" he asked sulkily. "What's your deal with your lunchbox? Is that some obscure U.S. TV thing?"

Pufnstuf grabbed his lunchbox and held it close, "Don't say anything about The Walking Dead. I can get you fired!"

Pufnstuf was very touchy about those kinda things, after getting out of rehab for the third time, he was on the straight & narrow. His 'The Walking Dead' lunchbox contained a stash

Of little candies. He was told to avoid all things that had addictive properties, but what harm could a little sugar do? He unwrapped the little packages only to find

other little packages. He opened those little packages & found even littler packages. After he opened those little packages, he found 1 grain of granulated sugar. He ate it & died.