“Never again,” I told her, “I will never take advice from you ever again!”
My hamster just stared at me, as if it didn’t know what I was talking about. “Grounded for one month! This is all your fault JellyBean!” I yelled angrily at my hamster, who was spared the brunt of my aggression by her wireframe safe house. I continued to glare at JellyBean as she flipped on her back and made chirping noises as she wriggled her dime-sized paws in the air. “No! That may work on my Mom but I’m immune to your charms you demon-seed rodent!” I snapped. Sensing her ill-gotten charm wasn’t working, JellyBean maneuvered herself so that her furry butt was firmly planted on her exercise wheel. It gave her the appearance of a person sitting on their favorite chair. “What do you want?” I said with venom in my tone. JellyBean cocked her head and smirked slyly; as saying that I knew exactly what she wanted. “You want me to tell you what went wrong?” I asked incredulously. JellyBean just stared at me for the longest time… she didn’t blink once. Then JellyBean's head started to turn ever so slowly towards my lamp that was perched precariously close to the edge of the table it shared with JellyBean. She had pushed it over once; she wouldn’t hesitate to push it over again. “No…” I said my voice audibly shaking, “Y… you wouldn’t!” JellyBean got up from her wheel and, all the while looking directly at me, started slowly shuffling towards the lamp. “Please… Please!” I begged, “You know I’m afraid of the dark!” It was too late to try to move the lamp, she was too close. Then she stopped. The air was so still it could have been dead. She was giving me another chance! “Wait!” I cried out, “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything!” JellyBean swiveled so that she was facing me, and waited for me to begin. I cleared my throat and started…
The test was about to begin. I remembered the advice you gave me not to ask to use the restroom all day. The teacher passed out all of the tests but before he could tell us to start I raised my hand and asked if I could use the restroom quickly. That’s when the trouble began. You told me he’d be annoyed, you didn’t tell me he’d give me a time limit! He gave me 30 seconds. 30 seconds! I went into this thinking I’d have at least one minute before anybody started getting suspicious! To make matters worse, I hadn’t used the restroom all day so now I really did have to go! But with 30 seconds I only had time to pull the fire alarm and make it look like I was coming out of the restroom! So I got out of the classroom went to the fire alarm and pulled it. Before I could take two steps a tremendous pain shot up my arm. It turns out that when you pull the alarm you break a glass tube containing permanent ink. The glass cut my hand and ink got into the cut; the nurse said it was kind of like a tattoo. The nurse also said that, like a tattoo, it was probably permanent. So I have a tattoo of a blob on my hand, I’ve been suspended, my parents grounded me, and it’s all your fault!
I started to cry. JellyBean looked almost sympathetic for a moment. Then she turned and pushed the lamp off the desk. Leaving me in total, utter darkness.
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