It's been a long time since I wrote a story on here, so here's a real quick one I just came up with to get those creative juices flowing.

Today was a good day, for one, Ms. Simian was sick, (or hospitalized and dying as they speak, her students hoped) so Ms. Simian's class was given a substitute and what's even better is that this sub had only taught kindergarten classes meaning for the whole day, Gumball and his classmates did nothing but arts and crafts.

Gumball was especially happy about this, a whole day without being ridiculed by his teacher, a day without him trying to preserve the facade of being a happy child when in reality he was a troubled boy and everyday in school for him is a day he has mustered up just enough self control in him to not harm the ones he loved, like a bomb strapped tight to his bomb-wife and bomb-kids.

He glued a bunch of macaroni on paper, it was a masterpiece. All it needed now was glitter, cause everything looked better when it was all glittery and shiny.

He looked around the classroom to see who had the jar of glitter, hopefully nobody like Tina or Jamie had it, it anything could ruin his day, it was probably them.

He couldn't find the glitter, all he did spot, however, was an empty jar of glitter. He stared at it in silent rage, then looked up to see what sort of monster did this to him.

It was...that...dog...guy. Whatshisname or something like that. Right now, he was writing down on something, Gumball couldn't tell, then he looked up and saw Gumball looking at him and he quickly looked back at his writing and blushed heavily. Gumball frowned, obviously, the dog felt ashamed to show his face to Gumball, he knows he did a very bad thing.

Jerk. Thought Gumball. You're supposed to share.

Gumball sighed and looked at his macaroni art, I guess I'll have to settle for this the way it is.
The bell rang meaning class was finally over. The dog was the first to get out of the class room, he got out in a flash, papers even fluttered from his speed.

I guess he didn't want to face me. Thought Gumball. To scared to fess up to his crime. Whatever.

Gumball walked out, his artwork in one hand and walked over to his locker.

After dialing the right combination, Gumball opened his locker, he scrunched up his face at the loud creak it always made, it sounded like it came straight out of a horror movie. The sound always meant that the main character is about to get in a whole heap of trouble.

A red card with glitter on it came sliding out of the locker like an autumn leaf and landed right onto Gumball's feet. Gumball looked at it, picked it up and looked at it some more, trying to figure out what the heck this is. After his careful observation, Gumball figured that if he can't remember what this thing is, then it must not be important.

Without a second thought, Gumball crumpled up that card in his hand and stuffed it into his back pocket, he'll find a trash can to put it in later.
He got his stuff and closed the locker and went on outside, there was a trash can just at the entrance and got put the crumpled piece of paper into it, he went into the school bus to return back home.

Stephan the dog barged into the boy's bathroom, extremely grateful that no one was here at the moment, since they were all leaving to go home. He went into one of the stalls and locked himself inside, he leaned himself on the door, he gulped in a big breath of air and started to sob heavily.

The End