I made a black hole today, I didn’t mean to, but I did. It happened during arts and craft time at school. We were supposed to make little dolls out of popsicle sticks to represent our family members.
I swear that there is no black hole in my family.
I’m just not that good at arts and crafts.
I couldn't bear to leave it there, massless, friendless, alone in the universe… So I brought it home to show my family.
“That’s one singular sensation,” said my dad when I showed him what I had made, then he laughed, a lot, like what he said was funny.
“Can’t you see I’m stuffing food down my face? Get it away from me,” said my sister.
“I’d put it on the refrigerator, “ said my mom, “but I'm not sure that I have a strong enough magnet.”
“You know, “ said my dad entering the room because he had thought of some new things to say, “I just can’t stay away from your art project, I don’t know why, because it really sucks,” and then he laughed some more.
“STOP LAUGHING!” yelled my sister because she was angry.
She was angry because she was being pulled into the black hole.
Oops.
I’m not allowed to do arts and crafts ever again.
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