Due dates, pencils, sticks, fliers, and vomit

A full week, I certainly hope. Nope, tomorrow is the Boy Scout yard sale. Yay! I just pulled off having my week completely ripped apart. Monday was stress of getting everything ready for the E.S., Andrew's Eagle Project, and STAR Testing. Tuesday and Wednesday were Testing and handing out fliers for A's EP, and now today Travis is coming. I just now finished the short story I was supposed to write. I might put it in here at the end. Oh yeah, and tomorrow we have to be helping at the yard sale "As early as possible". I hate busy schedules. The make me angry. And Tuesday, EVERY SINGLE PERSON seemed to be carrying a stick. In their backpacks, in their hands, in their dog's mouth. ARG! Why didn't they tell me?!? I threw up before we got on the train for Testing, too. Sound fun yet? Oh yes, I had LOADS of fun. I don't care, as soon as this is over I am going to lay down a die.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here's the story, read it and leave me alone.

The Grass and The Lawnmower

The first rays of the rising sun stretched slowly across the ground, a single blade of grass sprouting out of the ground to meet them, its narrow stem soaking in the light’s warmth. And so it was that our story began. A story about something so easily overlooked in everyday life. A story about grass.
This young seedling, who was so new to the world, did not yet know of the events that would soon unfold. It grew in peace the first few days, the skies clear, the soil rich and moist. This, however, soon changed.
It came on the fifth day of the small blade’s life, a low rumbling signaling its approach. As it neared, the air grew louder and louder with the roar of its strength. The thin plant quivered slightly as the monstrous form of the lawnmower passed overhead, its rotating blades disturbing the air and causing a small gust of wind as it moved over the clusters of grass. The young plant waited low to the ground as the danger slowly passed, watching the tall grass around it be cut down by the machine’s sharp edges. As it moved on, the small seedling looked around at the even stalks of those that had been touched by the lawnmower’s biting blades. This, the young blade of grass soon learned, was not the first or the last of the lawnmower’s attacks.
It came again several times during the next few weeks, and the small blade of grass continued to grow in size and strength. As the lawnmower continued to strike, the grass began to plan a resistance against the onslaught. In the next few days, they clumped together, forming a thick wall as the time for the lawnmower’s strike drew near. As the roar of its engine came across the morning air, this young blade led the charge, meeting the lawnmower’s advance head on. Both forces strained as the two met. Minutes passed. The lawnmower was slowly gaining ground. Inch by inch, it overwhelmed the ranks of grass. Once the battle had ended with unavoidable defeat, the grass fell back and wasted no time in refortifying themselves.
When it came next, neither side was willing to give any ground. The two powers began to reach breaking point, and the grass once again was slowly faltering. Inch by inch they were being cut down. Slowly they realized that in all of the lawnmower’s supposed ‘attacks’, it had never really done any harm. One by one they ceased fighting, letting the lawnmower pass over them. This continued week after week, and the two lived in harmony. Some of the younger blades of grass soon made it a game of seeing how much they could grow before the lawnmower came to cut them back down. And so, the grass and the lawnmower lived happily for many years to come. The End.