My field trip was amazing. There were giant spiders, the police came, I got arrested for trespassing, we saw a ship blow up, and we got free cookies.
Just kidding. All of that would’ve been a MUCH better field trip. Instead, we were sent to slog through the muddy floor while getting dirty.
It all started Tuesday night. Mom bought me McDonalds for tomorrow since she didn’t want to make me anything for the field trip. I went to bed. Then I noticed a bug crawling across the wall. I turn on the lights and I see this huge spider. I tell Bien to keep an eye on it while I get the flyswatter.
I really don’t like spiders. How they shoot webs out their butts, and how they have eight eyes. They’re just eerie to look at.
I grab the flyswatter and come closer. The spider had not moved much. I swing and miss. The spider falls through the crevice between my bed and the wall. Taking a peek under the bed, I see nothing.
Now I was nervous. I throw the blanket on the floor so the spider cannot contaminate it. I tackle Bien so he can get out of they way.
“Augh!”, he yells as he goes down. He quickly gets up and looks under the bed. “He’s gone,”, Bien says.
And people in fourth grade called ME Captain Obvious.
I grab a flashlight and look under the bed again.
“Maybe he’s hiding,” says Bien, who once again makes a useless comment.
Then Bien spots him. “It’s on it’s back!”
Indeed it was. And I knew the mature way to handle this situation.
I smack the spider into the wall with the flyswatter. Knowing bugs, it (probably) wasn’t dead yet. I grind it into the wall. The legs go flying off every which way. I’m sorry if this is too brutal for you, just deal with it. The spider lay motionless on the ground. Just to be sure, I smack it again. That was taken care of, and nothing overdone. Probably.
Bien disposed of the spider, and we went back to sleep.
The next morning, I was pumped for the field trip. I was so pumped, I forgot to put on my deodorant. Little did I know, there was not much to be excited about.
It ate the usual breakfast, which was bootleg Cocoa Pebbles. I’m not kidding. The one I eat is called Cocoa Rice. If I knew how to show pictures, I would take a photo of the Cocoa Rice and show you.
I packed boots and my chicken nuggets. Khang and I hop onto the car. As soon as we reach school, I realize I forgot I had left my hat and sunscreen.
Well, I thought. Too late now.
And I enter the school, unsure of what would happen next.
And now I realize this post is too long so I’ll split this up into about four more parts.