Blog Frog
This blog will be written in green in final respect to a frog I never got to know.
Today I awoke like every other day, got dressed, and made a pop tart. Yeah, I ate "breakfast"...freaky. My mom drove me to school, I said "goodbye forever" and stepped out of the car. I walked towards the three steps I take every day ( every day that I decide to go to school) when I noticed that the gardeners had already been there, leaving little patches of grass strewn about. I stepped around them as to not get my sexy white kicks grassy, when I noticed one particularly green "lump" surrounded by red. Grass isn't red. I looked closer to find that it wasn't grass, it was a frog, or at least a frogs remains. It first struck me as "gross", but then I thought about it more and more, and soon found myself not even paying attention in class.
It had to have been stepped on. It didn't have markings or any signs of being run over by anything. Who does that? I mean a frog isn't something you accidentally just squish, they're too big. You'd have to do that on purpose. It was weird, and just boggled me.
After the bell rang, I walked by the same spot where it had been to find only the blood stain, but no frog. Something probably ate it, or kicked it away. I'm still wondering where it went.
The weirdest part came later when I was home taking a nap. I actually had a dream about it...what a freaking creep! Who dreams about dead things they saw for like no more than five seconds? I don't even remember what happened in the dream, just that the frog had been there.
I should probably concentrate on the 72 essays I have assigned right now.
Today I awoke like every other day, got dressed, and made a pop tart. Yeah, I ate "breakfast"...freaky. My mom drove me to school, I said "goodbye forever" and stepped out of the car. I walked towards the three steps I take every day ( every day that I decide to go to school) when I noticed that the gardeners had already been there, leaving little patches of grass strewn about. I stepped around them as to not get my sexy white kicks grassy, when I noticed one particularly green "lump" surrounded by red. Grass isn't red. I looked closer to find that it wasn't grass, it was a frog, or at least a frogs remains. It first struck me as "gross", but then I thought about it more and more, and soon found myself not even paying attention in class.
It had to have been stepped on. It didn't have markings or any signs of being run over by anything. Who does that? I mean a frog isn't something you accidentally just squish, they're too big. You'd have to do that on purpose. It was weird, and just boggled me.
After the bell rang, I walked by the same spot where it had been to find only the blood stain, but no frog. Something probably ate it, or kicked it away. I'm still wondering where it went.
The weirdest part came later when I was home taking a nap. I actually had a dream about it...what a freaking creep! Who dreams about dead things they saw for like no more than five seconds? I don't even remember what happened in the dream, just that the frog had been there.
I should probably concentrate on the 72 essays I have assigned right now.
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9:42 PM
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