Written in 12th Grade
The Leader:
(Tense.)
Ok, we have to be quiet.
The Scientist:
(Rolling eyes)
Do you have to say that every time? We're highly trained individuals on an elite team force, we know how to be quiet—
(All of the sudden, right in the silent enemy lair, his cell phone began ringing)
(All four teammates freeze in horror)
The Wildcard:
Ooh, that is embarrassing.
(The enemies turn around and begin shooting at them wildly. They all split up.)
The Scientist:
(Picks up phone)
Honey, hi! Now's not really the best time!
The Wife:
I need your help! The baby's coming!
The Scientist:
(Skids to a stop.)
WHAT?!?!
(The leader tackles them to the ground before they could get shot.)
My wife is in labor! I need to get to her!
The Leader:
You can't do that if you're dead! We need your help to take down this place!
The Scientist:
(Conflicted.)
Honey, I'm sorry, but I can't be there right now, I'm in the middle of a mission. But don't you worry, just remember to keep breathing and to make sure you absolutely DO NOT panic, 'kay?
(The scientist hangs up after his wife replies and pulls out his weapon to finish off the enemies.)
***
(Half an hour passes with the team wiping out the enemies in the now empty lair. They are now taking a minute to check if their supplies made it through.)
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Memoirs of old writing days
RandomHey! So... I decided that I should have a flashback sort of thing about my writing days when I was younger. I have a bunch of sort stories in my Docs so I decided "What the heck!" Please don't flame, I'm still an amateur writer! 🔥 🥺🤓
