Once there lived the very powerful Meher Sethi. How he became who he is now is - that I will explain - It all started one morning when his Indiana potato head alarm clock started to buzz. He opened his eyes. It was 7:00 am. Perfect, he thought, but 3 seconds later did he realize there was another potato head right next to it. Not an alarm clock, just a regular one. Awkward, he never remembered getting one. He exhaustively wiped it on the floor from his bed, and when it scattered into a billion pieces they formed a two. Funny. As he collected the two, his brain went through a thousand thoughts, all memories, and when he had awakened from this odd trance, the two had disappeared back into a pile of crumbs. It was Sunday, no school, but it only got spoiled. The "two" would rush through his brain every five seconds. He picked up the book from his shelf and started to read.
"Meher!", his mom Nidhi yelled. She came up to see what he was doing. Breakfast is ready. She was satisfied he was reading. "Is it toast?" Meher asked in a dull manner. "Why yes, off course" she said surprised. "How'd you know?". He stuck his tongue out his mom. She scowled at him. "Now don't...." she was stopped. "Breakfast" he asked regularly, not as if to make sure that is what his mom said. "What is it?" he asked eagerly wanting to know.
"I just told you t......".
"Wait right there. Let me guess. Is it toast?" he confirmed excitedly.
She gave him a nod that should be telling him "You are acting very awkward". She was so worn out to see her child acting like a monkeylionalligatorpeacockunicorn all combined in one which concerned her very much. So much that she did'nt realize the mess of the number two potato head madness. When she came back and saw the trash on the floor, "You better pick this up" she scolded. When she handed him the toast, the way he stared at it made it look like he'd never eaten in his life. But he didn't bite it because five seconds later his attitude changed to dullness again. It kept alternating that when his mom slapped him on the head did he recover and took a bite of his bread. He closed his eyes and collapsed as everything became black. He was unconscious. Ten seconds later, he woke up in a hospital. "Hey", he exclaimed. "Who stole my toast ?" A bearded man with a knife in his hand turned around, pointed at Meher, then made himself look like he was dead. Easy. The man was trying to tell Meher that he would kill him. He checked his front pockets. Couldn't find anything, so he went to his drawer and not realizing his pistol was in his back right pocket. Meher quietly sneaked up to get it.
To be continued........
"Meher!", his mom Nidhi yelled. She came up to see what he was doing. Breakfast is ready. She was satisfied he was reading. "Is it toast?" Meher asked in a dull manner. "Why yes, off course" she said surprised. "How'd you know?". He stuck his tongue out his mom. She scowled at him. "Now don't...." she was stopped. "Breakfast" he asked regularly, not as if to make sure that is what his mom said. "What is it?" he asked eagerly wanting to know.
"I just told you t......".
"Wait right there. Let me guess. Is it toast?" he confirmed excitedly.
She gave him a nod that should be telling him "You are acting very awkward". She was so worn out to see her child acting like a monkeylionalligatorpeacockunicorn all combined in one which concerned her very much. So much that she did'nt realize the mess of the number two potato head madness. When she came back and saw the trash on the floor, "You better pick this up" she scolded. When she handed him the toast, the way he stared at it made it look like he'd never eaten in his life. But he didn't bite it because five seconds later his attitude changed to dullness again. It kept alternating that when his mom slapped him on the head did he recover and took a bite of his bread. He closed his eyes and collapsed as everything became black. He was unconscious. Ten seconds later, he woke up in a hospital. "Hey", he exclaimed. "Who stole my toast ?" A bearded man with a knife in his hand turned around, pointed at Meher, then made himself look like he was dead. Easy. The man was trying to tell Meher that he would kill him. He checked his front pockets. Couldn't find anything, so he went to his drawer and not realizing his pistol was in his back right pocket. Meher quietly sneaked up to get it.
To be continued........
