i was in health class when all of a sudden

i was in health class when all of a sudden some kid blurts out welcome to

the crazy party train! I got up and started to dance and...

started to boogie oogie woogie all night long

. It was a real scorcher, we were making the floor boards jump and drinking the Coca-Cola and eating the free soda crackers. The band was possessed by the ghost of Cab Calloway.

I couldn't keep up for the sole reason of volume. More than its due worth, but you can't tell the truth to other people. I had to look up Cab Calloway on Wikipedia so his ghost

writer would have the proper background material on Cab Calloway. What a mooch I thought. The ghost writer just hung onto the coat tails of my awesome research. Resentment

how much he begged me not to. With his slick words and smooth talk he wrestled to find the next metaphor. I leaned over to pick up the

mic. "Screw your horrible metaphors!", i screamed at him. "Welcome to reality, bitch!" I flipped him off, twirled in a pirouette and stalked off to sulk in a convenient corner.

The clerk Abu held up olympic scoring cards: 4 for originality 4 for trying and 10 for melodrama.