• The night was a horrible a night. I ran home after school to start on my homework. Who was I kidding? I never do my homework anyways. On the way home I met a fortuneteller. She was a weird lady. She was dressed in pink. That was why I hated her. I hate the color pink. She could've been a nice old lady but no. She just had to wear pink. Anyways she told me my future. She said I will learn hrrible news and I would ask why. I asked her what does she mean by it but she just threw a piece of ham at me. She said that she knew I hated her becaus she could read my mind. Its not my fault I hated the color pink. So I continue on my journey home. Pushing hobos into the street. I made sure that I didn't step in poo. I finally reach home. Hello Dad. I'm home. I went into the kitchen and saw an armadillo on the floor. Dad? Why must you be an armadillo.