I looked over at my boyfriend, Arthur. "F-francis. . . d-do you think. . . ?" He asked me. "Maybe, Mon cher." He sighed. The rug in our room hasn't been moved in years. But there is something under it and we must find out what it is. He pokes it with a stick earning a laugh from me. "Its not funny you bloody git!" He says putting down the stick. "You know Angleterre, you should try something else" I say pointing to a chair. "Ok, first off dont call me 'Angleterre' and second off dont tell me what do do." He said grabbing the chair. Why say that if you are going to do what I suggested anyways? He puts the chair over his head, just about to throw it when the thing moved. I let out a girl- manly screech, jumping onto our bed. "Francis you bloody git!" The thing knocks over s table smashing the lamp on top of it. "KILL IT WITH FIRE" I scream at him. He successfully hit the thing with the chair. Sighing with relief he comes over and helps me to the ground. We inch towards it. I kick it to ake sure it is dead. I pull the rug off the spot revealing one of our son, Alfred's, old toys. I laugh looking over at Arthur. He blushes . "Frog I swear if you tell anyone about this I will kill you" I laugh at him more. "I hate you" "Je t'aime ~" i say to him. "Y-yeah whatever" he says rolling his eyes. We solved that mystery.

I made this during class. My English teacher even read it. She enjoyed it. I was shocked