Monsters+3A

“Fight the Sharks” 3A  You grit your teeth, looking at all the sharks that are surrounding your jet. Your whiny siblings are all complaining and they are triggering your temper.  “Will you guys be quiet and let me THINK?!” you roar. They quiet down but since you are sooo angry, you decide to punch the sharks, eager to rescue the Lebrons. You pick up a brawny shark and with your massive strength, you bite it, sucking its blood. Then stronger, you smash it against the other sharks as they scatter, realizing that you are not prey, but predator. The ocean clear, you swim as fast as you can towards the shore, your family trailing behind you. When you get to the island, some angry islanders come out while waving their pathetic swords. This does not perk up your mood. One boy comes very close to you and pokes you. You roar, taking the sword and snapping it in half.  The islander backs off. “Wh-wh-who are you?” he asks.  “Your worst nightmare.” You say, growling.  “But I thought my grandma was my worst nightmare.”  You blink. “Well now I am!” You yell to the boy, now hiding behind his mother.   “O-Okay.” The Boy stutters as every islander bows down. “What would you like, my goddess?” Another islander asks. <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 143%; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 143%;">You are pleased by the comment. “Take me to the Lebrons, for they are in danger.” <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;"> <span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255);">The islanders are confused. “Danger?” they ask. “No. They are the host of our annual party.” <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"> You turn to Alice. “Alice, what are they talking about?” “I don’t know.” She answers, confused. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-size: 143%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">You suddenly hear yelling off the distance, nearly inaudible. It sounds like “HELP!!” Suddenly, you feel the ground moving ahead and you know that you are running towards the shouts who sound like the Lebrons. You smell this sweet type of thing and your throat burns with thirst. You see the Lebrons in a cage high above a volcano with a small man laughing maniacally. “Come quick!” you yell to <span style="font-size: 110%; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255);">your family. They come in a second. <span style="font-size: 121%; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> <span style="font-size: 157.3%; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255); font-family: Times New Roman;"> “Hahahaha!” the man laughs. “Who are you?” you ask him, already knowing the answer. “I’m Ticky-wawa.” He replies. You laugh, eager to distract him while Carlos climbs up the volcano, getting the Lebrons. Esme, your mother and your siblings are taking out the guards that are guarding the cage. “Ticky-wawa?” you ask. “Yes.” <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 143%; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 143%;">“That name is-Hahahaha- sooo funny!!!” “Are you making fun of my name?” Ticky-wawa asks. “No. I’m making fun of your clothes.” You say sarcastically, although his clothes were funny looking to. Ticky-wawa looked like he was going to retort something back at you, and then changed his mind. “You are just distracting me!” He screams. “Oh well. Say good-bye to the Lebrons.” And with that he dropped the cage. <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 143%; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"> Bam! The cage came out of nowhere and smashed on top of Ticky-wawa’s head. He spun for a second, and then dropped to the floor. Carlos and the Lebrons come out laughing. “That was so funny!” cries Samantha, the oldest Lebron. “I know!” says her brother, Michael. “Carlos caught the cage before it landed on Kiki-yo, our youngest sister, and threw it back at Ticky-wawa.” She burst into whoops of mirth. “He caught us when we were coming to the party.” Says Kiki-yo. “Ohhh.” You say, exhausted all of a sudden. “Well let’s go home.” <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;"> <span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255);">So then you, your family, and the Lebrons, race home… on a stolen ship. <span style="display: block; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%;">The End Back to the Beginning