Joseph strained against the chilly gelatin as his arms dug deeper. “Please, help us!” he cried. “She’s not moving!” He had no idea how this girl had gotten trapped or where the gumdrop had come from, but it had now been minutes since they had heard her scream. How long could someone live without breathing? The poor girl’s time had to be running out. At his side, Brittni was sobbing as she flung green goo from her fingers after each handful she removed from the gumdrop’s side.
Ms. Trell shook her head back at them. “Deviant little shitheads is what they are,” she huffed. “Let’s go call the police and report that we’ve caught the miscreants.”
Mrs. Jaboney said, “I think that we should probably call the FBI to report these sick individuals.”
“Maybe there will be a reward?” said Ms. Trell.
“I think for animal murderers, they sometimes will give the death penalty,” replied Mrs. Jaboney.
“A nice reward would definitely make up for the crap salaries they pay around here,” reported Ms. Trell.
“Did you hear that, children?” sang Mrs. Jaboney. “The state might give you the chair. I bet you didn’t imagine that your little brains might get fried for your little pranks, huh? I will be there laughing as your little murderous butts melt to the wooden seat!”
What the hell? Kids dying in gelatin? Awesome!
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