So, people, listen up! This is your second topic to write about. And here it comes:

Let's say you were playing a piece on the piano and you make a lot of mistakes. Your father yells at you from the kitchen: "Can you please play a song that you can actually PLAY? By the way, I'm going to the shop to buy milk. I'll be back in five minutes!" You are SO angry that you start kicking things around and breaking stuff. You hear the front door slam and your father's car driving out of the garage. You panick. When did he say he would be back?

Now, you have to write a medium sized fictional (hopefully fictional) passage about how you managed to clean up before your father arrived home in FIVE minutes. You only have five minutes, can you make it in time? *dun dun dun DUN!*

Good luck!

Wow.I have a MEAN dad. Tut-tut.

Five.Minutes. I repeated weakly to myself. I had five minutes to clean up this mess. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Maybe I should run up to my room and pretend a rougue possum got in? No. I could do this. I breathed in deeply and marched to the laundry, got out the broom and started. I swept. And after I swept I picked up the paper. And after I picked up the paper I-a list of profanities escaped through my mouth as I heard the garage door go up. I rushed to the door and flung it open to see my dad climb out of the car. I turned around, not even bothering to close the door only to find a room I barely recognised. A clean-no, scratch that, a spotless- room. I gasped. Dad walked in and grunted. Typical. I could hear him opening the fridge. I turned slowly around and spotted a piece of paper on the table. I walked over to it and read:
No need to thank me. Seeing your face was good enough.
I sighed. Edward.

Hmmm....I don't think it was long enough.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!! That was...*chokes on spit* Oh my god! That was GREAT! I was rolling around in my seat! HILARIOUS! You know what?! I'm going to read it again! Toodle-oo!

*stares in stunned silence*
Whaaaa?

Do you understand the meaning to 'low self-esteem'? Do you? If you don't, then I understand why you go about like you do. But if you HAVE heard of low self-esteem, I'm not so sure WHY you still go about like you do. Besides, if you ever want to be an author, you'll have to have at least a little bit of confidence.

Quiet, human. I DO know what it means. I just don't think that that PARTICULAR post was funny enough to have you "choke on your own spit"...
I shall go sulk now.
toodle-o!

Okay, I was going to die. Holy crow. I sat there for a brief second hoping I would discover some fairy powers and transform the room with my new found powers. Okay, I can do this. I tied a broom to my waist and got hold of the vacuum cleaner, set my feet in the kitchen and wriggled my body like mad so the broom was at least moving, while my arms where busy moving the vacuum cleaner around. After that, I quickly wet a cloth and ran around the room with my clothed hand on the wall for a few seconds. Then, thanks to Toby, I tripped of his toy and crushed mum's antique vase into a million pieces. Oh gawd. (I was planning to do that Izzy! NM) The water spilled over the carpet, green with moss. Oh no! I was a total klutz but now wasn't the best time to prove it. I jumped around, continued to trip over more of Toby's toys, and finally sat back down. Oh god. Oh gawd. I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and tried picking up the vase pieces and set them in a tray on the stand where the vase used to be. The green water was already staining the carpet. I had no idea how to get stains out. I ran upstairs to retrieve some bleach and poured a cupful on the stain and rubbed with a cloth. The stain stayed there. I whimpered, and gave up. I didn't hear the garage door opening, but dad stepped in and saw the mess. His face was a mask of shock. . I felt the blood drain from my face . I was going to die. The doorbell rang, and I ran to the door, hoping to postpone death by a few seconds. When I pulled open the door, my supposed to be secret boyfriend was standing there. The reason why he was supposed to be secret was because he was Robert Pattinson. I was shocked. He usually didn't visit me until night time when no-one would see. Well, dad looked over my head to see who was here. He recognized Rob at once and was speechless. Rob looked charming, and he said, "Don't worry, the cleaners are on their way." and grinned.

Well, that was sucky. I wish Robert Pattinson was my boyfriend. ~sigh~ Izzy's is so good! Mine is overshadowed.

oh.my.god.
"The cleaners are on their way"
I almost died laughing...

Your too good at writing. Stop it.
I'm not overshadowing you and don't say otherwise.

You're not the boss of me so haha. You are so!!! *gets overshadowed by Izzy*

Gawd. I do not overshadow you. And I can boss you around because I'm taller than you. Tee-hee. Jokes, jokes.

I can boss you around because I have Robert Pattinson on my side. So nananana. Ha. *looks at the shadow Izzy makes over me*

And you overshadow me cause you're bigger than me!

Well I have Edward. So there.

Dang, you have me there...
this is so SPAM!

Hm...*grumbles* Anyway, Kerry, yours was very funny! Like Izzy, I loved the quote: "Don't worry, the cleaners are on their way." *shakes head in disbelief* Good! And, people, please don't chat speak or anything, it gets annoying at times.

Though I know that there are only 3 people on this site at the moment, it may be allowed now but not while others are here. Thanks!

Oh man, Oh man. Dads going to freaking kill me. I wish i didn't have so much fun throwing things around a few seconds before or I wouldn’t feel so guilty right now. My whole family needs to have anger management, I mean take me for example I was just smashing and breaking things like a mad man.
My dad always goes out to buy milk when he's frustrated; I think it helps him, like he’s satisfied that even though he was really pissed there will always be milk to help sooth the angry monster. right I need to get down to business, I broke dads favourite clock but I can blame that on Simon, as he was angry at dad too because he told Simon guitar playing wasn’t his calling and should stick to being a nerd.Oh no dads back " MADDY, HOPEFULLY YOU HAVE STOPPED PLAYING THAT PIANO" he shouted as he stepped through the door, he froze as soon as he saw the mess in the living room "what the hell did you do. MY CLOCK! MADDY IM FURIOUSE AT YOU" he yelled, spit producing from his inside his mouth. I don’t think I could blame it on Simon right now as he wasn’t even home I realized, or he would have been rampaging with me. "Well dad i was very angry and upset at what you said and I-" I didn’t get to finish though “SO THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BREAK MY CLOCK. YOU WILL NOT GO UKELAILAI SHOPPING BECUASE YOU'LL BE CLEANING THIS UP." He is so unfair, he didn’t even look at all the other mess all he cares about is his stupid clock "GO BUY SOME MILK!" he really should, most people faces don’t go that red "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO" and he turned on his heel and slammed the door. Damn now I have to clean this all up.

Okay, this is pretty good...EXCEPT. *dun dun dun DUN* Um...you need to check/ edit after you're done typing your piece up. There are quite a few spelling mistakes and punctuation errors. You need to check. Again, and again, and again!! Capish?!

And also, spit can't produce FROM the mouth, it produces INSIDE the mouth. And I also wouldn't say spit. The word 'spittle' is much more appropriate. So, I would rephrase that and say:

'What the HELL did you DO?! My CLOCK! MADDY, YOU MAKE ME FURIOUS!' he yelled at me, spittle flying from his open mouth.

Disgusting, but true.