Tom Thumb

The reason why I’m called Tom Thumb is because I was as small as a thumb for a day. This is my story. I tried new lollies called S & bought two of each on the way to school. I had one at school. My annoying little midget principal was teaching us English. I had one behind his back. Suddenly I started to shrink, smaller, smaller, smaller. Then I understood what the S in S&P stood for, small. I started to plot a plan. I’m getting revenge on my teachers for keeping me in for three hours detention. But I would need some help; my favourite science teacher Mr T-W might still have exploding goo. I got my big bag and a skateboard ready to go I just remembered my teacher has banned me from riding my skateboard in school. Anyway my skateboard has just lost a wheel from a recent crash. I had to walk—but that would’ve been too long. I had to hitch-hike on a spider. On my journey I had a few problems. I had to deal with a big tarantula and an exterminator. I finally reached my science room and Mr T-W was making a new batch of exploding goo. It wasn’t the same as I remembered it. It was rainbow, every colour you can imagine and every colour has its own side effect. Mr T-W saw me and he was horrified. At first he thought I was a little bug but then he recgnized me

“Could I please have all the goo?”
“Certainly Pip! But whatever you do, do not add any more exploding powder.”
“Will you please mix them together for me? Because I am quite short” I asked
. “Ha, Ha” said Mr T dramatically “Certainly Pip!”
“What would be the side effects if they mixed all together?”
“Hmm, well if you got it on your skin or in your mouth you could turn into a tree, a frog or a mouse but if you are unlucky you turn into a salmon or a mushroom.”
“Now you get all the students to come in here. I’ll hit the fire alarm and I’ll have already tipped the goo in the water supply for the sprinklers by then. While the principals and the teachers run for dear life besides you of course.”
I turned on the sprinklers and BAM something bad happens. The teachers are screaming. Every five seconds the teachers are transforming into weird objects. Eventually they go back to normal for now. Ever since that day I’ve been called “The legend”, “The prankster” and best of all “Tom Thumb”. I asked Mr T if I could have the lab rat to take me home. “Yes Pip” he said, and off he went. The dog chased after me and mouse chased after me and finally I was home safe in bed. Finally, I turned back to normal size just as Mum put her foot in my room. Stay tuned for part two.

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