Once upon a time, there lived a rich, handsome boy who used his beauty to convince others to do jobs for him. He had a good life. His father was a "businessman" selling an undisclosed object. His mother was an extremely successful lawyer. His mom was always busy with work but she hoped and prayed that her beautiful son didn't turn into one of those stuck up boys. Well, unfortunately, he wasn't just one of those, he was like the ruler of all that was spoiled. He had his own crown and everything. The one thing he was lacking was a red carpet for everywhere he stepped... but don't you worry your pretty little head. His highness is using all his brain capacity(which is fairly limited, I may add) and those of thirty others to fix that little problem.
One particular day, His Highness decided he would, at last, grace the wonderful people at the Wrint's School for Boys with his presence. Really, what an honour. So he boarded his little bike wich was being ridden by little Timmy Jones today. Little Timmy Jones was tiny, but he had hard, strong leg muscles from riding His Highness around town whenever he desired. Today, His Highness was in a particularly happy mood. Timmy could tell because he would keep poking Timmy until he finally gave in and squeaked. Then, for the main event of the ride, His Highness screamed at the top of his lungs and Timmy was forced to squeeze the brakes. Four big, scary looking boys jumped out of the bushes and lifted His Highness from the bike and placed him on two of their's shoulders.
What a life...
To Be Continued next time....
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