MY LIFE AS A PYROMANIC FAIRY
Once upon a time there lived two girls called Cheryl and Catherine.
One day, Cheryl told Cat that she wasn't going to school because her pet dragon ate her history assignment. But Cat had to go to school, because her parents thought that school was compulsory for all but the dead, and even they only just got out of it, on some sort of technical detail.
So poor Catherine was weeping in her basement, when her fairy godmother, who just happened to be Cheryl, popped out of nowhere with a can of petrol in her hand. Cheryl poured petrol all over the busdriver's bus and Catherine lit it with a lighter. Hoorah!
But then Cheryl and Catherine got power-hungry, sort of like George Bush, so Cheryl poured petrol all over their school and then Cat lit it, and to cut a long story short, Cheryl set fire to the world, then Cat lit it, and everyone dies, but Cheryl and Cat because they moved to Mars.
The End.
One day, Cheryl told Cat that she wasn't going to school because her pet dragon ate her history assignment. But Cat had to go to school, because her parents thought that school was compulsory for all but the dead, and even they only just got out of it, on some sort of technical detail.
So poor Catherine was weeping in her basement, when her fairy godmother, who just happened to be Cheryl, popped out of nowhere with a can of petrol in her hand. Cheryl poured petrol all over the busdriver's bus and Catherine lit it with a lighter. Hoorah!
But then Cheryl and Catherine got power-hungry, sort of like George Bush, so Cheryl poured petrol all over their school and then Cat lit it, and to cut a long story short, Cheryl set fire to the world, then Cat lit it, and everyone dies, but Cheryl and Cat because they moved to Mars.
The End.