My Dad's Weird (unlike me)
Three! I was only three clicks away from hacking into Bayfield High's computer system, if ...
BOOM!
My bedroom shook. What was that? Earthquake? World War III?
Shock wave (shock or perhaps reversed) from my computer chair. I almost landed on Fang, my dad is deaf ferrets. Fang hissed and spat.
Then I smelled smoke.
"Nnnnno!" I cried. "Dad is still jumping in the air! Again!"
I hastened to the rescue. Fast. For myHeadphones were still connected to my stereo, my left foot brought home in the chaos of cables under my desktop, and Fang took my other leg with a sharp thud face. I fell through my door in the room, "Bringing Down my chair, stereo and something that took a bad crash call.
I looked up. A cloud of smoke rolled zigzag Hall, wraps a shadowy figure. They took out ... Frankenstein's a possum. "Recognize," he coughed and scratched the bites.
More exercisebehind. Out stumbled ... My father! Dirty drops of foam extinguishers, smoke his eyebrows, but alive.
Damn him! Because my Dad has done so much concern? concern was actually my job!
A bit 'crazy, I left a big burp rip Vietnamese rice. But even my father noticed, not even when I entered my locked door at fault. Staggering and smoke only in the room like a black dog on a hot tin roof, eyes wide open bow, half beard, shaved his hair off his head on a part that shows, in partany direction (on the search for missing crop circle perhaps). Fortunately, when blown up like this, my father would not have noticed if I left my house without a family room (he had rented, but there is an idea to make money in the future ...).
I would point out that my old usually has a few kangaroos are missing from his paddock brain, ie, he is only one part mad scientist. He is truly a minimum score of a single father and a very clever inventor who invented clever inventions like thelaser toaster (banned in every state), the wheelchair-wallaby (zero sales) and toothpaste Chocolate (the best selling to date). That's where I inherited from my head. (Did I mention I'm still brilliant?)
But unlike me, my father is a bit 'weird. Especially when ... normal things. For example, works very odd hours and long, sometimes wears shirts with the back (like now), and when cooking is known to burn water (which explains why we eat many VietnameseTake-away) (I did not really make sense) (burrrp).
If you think I'm too critical of my father, well, I must be organized because I am one. It 'hard enough from high school and overcome every trial and Science are preparing to fight with puberty, and do not worry if my father will blow the air invent a fart magnifier at nine in the evening clock. He just needs to be a faster car and a social life. (When he married Mrs. Trang Vietnamese restaurant from the corner, we couldOff take-aways have every day.)
Even more embarrassing, my father is far too soft-hearted. Every week back home from his long walks with another run-down, half-dead dog, cat, bat, Galah, possum, kangaroo or homeless madman who is off the highway or scraped from under the power lines. Healthy animals are gross enough, not to mention those spray or electricity.
So our house is too pathetic for me to invite any friends at home (I do not think any other itemPerhaps you've heard). The only thing good dad, a WIMP is that I almost always my way (especially when I goo-goo eyes at him or blame my lack of a mother (but that's another story (and not fault (brackets are not funny ?))))...
Vroom!
I shook with surprise, as in Hall kicks fans, blowing away the smoke.
"Erasmus" My dad finally focused on me.
"This is my name," I said, casually greet my belch fumes. (If you readershave not guessed, are the protagonist and narrator of this story (a story that is true 95%) is.) "What went boom this time?"
"Boom Who?" My father jumped to his ear hair on fire. "Oh, boom! Well, I wanted to celebrate, so I decided to light a cigar. Unfortunately, in my enthusiasm I had to look for the building caused by methane from near a camel named Abdul certain flatulence.
I began to unravel. "This camel fart gas is causing the lab to blow up?Cool! "
"It 's been a fire, but I did." My father suddenly looked directly at me. "How did the black eye, Erasmus?
"Oh ... what?" I have my fingers are still sore cheek. "Ah ... cricket ball. Danger of being small and I hate cricket, I think."
"Hmm ..." Dad raised his eyebrows smoking.
I quickly changed the subject. "Uh, you said you were celebrating something?"
"Yes!" My dad rocked back to his happy state. "I finally finished! The Nobel Prizeours! "
"I'm happy for you, Dad," I yawned. "But I'm busy for ... E-mail my stockbroker in Singapore."
"You can wait for your evil plans, Raz. Just to see my latest invention!" With almost a smile on his face, my father ignored my furrowed brow and lifted my chair scooter, indicating I should sit. I grumbled, and sat down. "Let's roll!" Dad laughed, the cat with one eye horror lurking outside the toilet door.
I sighed and thought it would play better. After all, my father paid mygenerous allowance, and he pushed me through the zig-zag Hall in speed, and I loved the speed. I also do not check my room too narrow. He seemed so excited, I was always a bit 'concerned.
"Eeeeh!" My father imitated a car brakes when he pulled my chair to stop a skid. Wrapped in puppy slipped his three legs running. We were outside the secret door, beyond which a sliding scale solar energy, my dad brought even more secret laboratory in the basement. Normally Iwas not allowed down there (even though I had hidden before (about 367 times)).
"Ready, Raz? My father smiled." Ready to see the most amazing invention in the history of inventions? "
The mood and nodded. A Willy Wagtail wing bandaged with a dip in the lap permission. 'Stupid bird. Poop in someone else's lap. "I stood up." Let's go, Crazy Dad. "
"Listen," he warned.
I lowered and a curse on a mini glider ferret in my ear above. Crazy Pope smiled even harder andreached from the direction of his secret door.
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