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The car bumped along the road. George and Amy sat in the back. They were bored. Occasionally George would try to strike up conversation but "Knock it of dummy", was the only answer he'd get. Finally, they arrived. George stepped out of the car, all shades and everything. He wore a t-shirt and rumpled shorts. He had spiked,short, ice-blond hair. Amy on the other hand wore a leather jacket, camouflage pants and combat boots. The only simarity between them (brother and sister by the way) was that they both looked BORED. And when I say BORED I mean REALLY BORED! Anyway George stood on the front porch, Amy stomping after him, muttering words that would earn her a good week's suspension at school. She rang the doorbell. It was answered by an elderly man in his late forties. Max, the butler. "Ohhhh....." he groaned, trying to hide his disappointment. "Come in, come in, your grandparents have been waiting." He led them in to the living room. A few loung...

I am a tennis racket. I was born at the factory 'Rocking Rackets along with my friends and family. I was shipped to Mumbai. It took a week to reach there. When I reached, I was taken to Total Sports. Everybody got a sticker. My sticker said 'Wilson' on it. Anyway, the shop was always full of people and buzzing with activity. Customers would come and go. But nothing is permanent. After two or three months, it started to get boring. One day, a famous man walked in. He wore expensive clothes and was followed around by a crowd, which were begging for his autograph. It was the one and only, Leander Paes. I couldn't believe my eyes! A tennis player had actually come to our jolly little shop. He actually came over to me, took a couple of swings and bought me saying I was the best racket he had ever laid eyes upon. It was like a dream come true! Leander won every single match while using me. He even won the cup! I was actually quite pleased with m...

I only have a few hours so listen carefully. The world is in grave danger and its fate is in my hands. Okay, here goes. It all started when I set fire to my sandwich. We had all gone for lunch in the cafeteria.(I was in school). Anyway I brought my lunch to my table and sat down to eat. I was chatting away with my friends and was so deep in conversation I didn't notice the kid coming through. He was one of the bullies. My leg was in his way. This kid he sees my foot and gets an idea. So he decides to trip on it. He trips on it, drops his lunch and blames everything on me. What a guy! Anyway, he starts punching me. Now, I'm not the kind who loves fighting, so I ignore him. Still, I can feel something building up inside me, like a pump of adrenaline just way stronger. So, thinking I may not be able to control whatever it is I just try eating my sandwich. And that's when IT happened. Sparks began flying around and that's also when I saw it. The sandwich was on fire! Ki...