Blind Date
You stare at Mrs. Smith, she stares back.
You stare at her, she stares at you.
The silence is deafening.
Suddenly, you see Mrs. Smith take in a deep breath (it looks good!) and scream at the top of her lungs!
You panic.
"Sorry!", you shout and slam the door.
You run quickly down the hall, just as Sara comes out of another room. BAM! Right into the open door.
When you regain consciousness; Sara, her mother, her father, her brother and her grandmother are all staring down at you.
"What a whacko", says the little boy.
"A real freak", says Mr. Smith.
"A pervert", says Sara.
"At least he has good taste", says Mrs. Smith, a smile creeping up her face.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!", bellows Mr. Smith.
You get quickly to your feet and make a run for your car. You nearly trip going down the stairs, but you make it safely back to your appartment.
THE END
You stare at her, she stares at you.
The silence is deafening.
Suddenly, you see Mrs. Smith take in a deep breath (it looks good!) and scream at the top of her lungs!
You panic.
"Sorry!", you shout and slam the door.
You run quickly down the hall, just as Sara comes out of another room. BAM! Right into the open door.
When you regain consciousness; Sara, her mother, her father, her brother and her grandmother are all staring down at you.
"What a whacko", says the little boy.
"A real freak", says Mr. Smith.
"A pervert", says Sara.
"At least he has good taste", says Mrs. Smith, a smile creeping up her face.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!", bellows Mr. Smith.
You get quickly to your feet and make a run for your car. You nearly trip going down the stairs, but you make it safely back to your appartment.
THE END
