by OKAY!
This is due tomorrow and I.. well procrastinated.
I have to write a funny story of something that happened, and I did.
Buuuut... It's not funny enough T_T
Help me? this is what I have. does anyone think they can add to make it funny? BUT, without altering the story so it doesn't seem real, or making things happen that could actually not.
Just a Little Elbow Grease
One quiet Wednesday in the afternoon after lunch, four children were sitting in desks during the last five minutes of the study period. Jordan sat on the far right. Behind her sat Rose, and beside her sat Jeff. Maxwell took a seat on top of Jeff’s desk and they all chatted away. Jordan lifted her foot and pressed it to Maxwell’s side, leaving a dusty foot mark imprinted on the navy blue sweatshirt. She smiled to herself then pointed it out, “Hey, Maxwell, You have a foot print on your side!” she said while sticking out her tongue continuing to smile. Jordan lifted her foot and pressed it to his side again. This time, Maxwell tried to move the foot away by jabbing his elbow at it, only to miss and hit Jeff square in the eyeball! In serious pain, Jeff rolled off the seat and onto the floor holding his hand over the watering eyeball. Rose and Jordan began to laugh while Maxwell just stared at wounded Jeff rolling around like a rabid monkey.
This is due tomorrow and I.. well procrastinated.
I have to write a funny story of something that happened, and I did.
Buuuut... It's not funny enough T_T
Help me? this is what I have. does anyone think they can add to make it funny? BUT, without altering the story so it doesn't seem real, or making things happen that could actually not.
Just a Little Elbow Grease
One quiet Wednesday in the afternoon after lunch, four children were sitting in desks during the last five minutes of the study period. Jordan sat on the far right. Behind her sat Rose, and beside her sat Jeff. Maxwell took a seat on top of Jeff’s desk and they all chatted away. Jordan lifted her foot and pressed it to Maxwell’s side, leaving a dusty foot mark imprinted on the navy blue sweatshirt. She smiled to herself then pointed it out, “Hey, Maxwell, You have a foot print on your side!” she said while sticking out her tongue continuing to smile. Jordan lifted her foot and pressed it to his side again. This time, Maxwell tried to move the foot away by jabbing his elbow at it, only to miss and hit Jeff square in the eyeball! In serious pain, Jeff rolled off the seat and onto the floor holding his hand over the watering eyeball. Rose and Jordan began to laugh while Maxwell just stared at wounded Jeff rolling around like a rabid monkey.
