Story

I've been working on a story in my spare time. I've decided to let anyone who cares look at it, and then get bored.

WHEN THINGS GO SERIOUSLY WRONG!
One day Jack Smith, a skinny boy from Lancaster woke up. He was twelve years old, and had blond hair. He was just about to go back to sleep when he saw the time.
8:30. He had missed his favourite tv show, frown on BBC one. He stamped down the stairs, squashing his mouse that had somehow got out of its cage on the way. He didn’t care. He was angry. Things were about to go SERIOUSLY WRONG.
His father was spreading butter on his toast with a carving knife and Jack threw a tennis ball so hard at the back of his head, that he narrowly missed himself with the knife.
Jack was so annoyed that his father hadn’t stabbed himself, that he went and re-squashed his pet mouse, Virgil.
HIs mother was a kind quiet woman, and normally Jack was kind and quiet too, but today Jack was feeling different and decided that as things today had gone wrong for him, things would go SERIOUSLY WRONG for other people.
He walked out of the house, cursing everyone who went past him. He went to his local supermarket, Dangerous directions whose slogan was making life taste worse, for more. First he went to the eggs, and had fun making egg omelettes in the chiller cabinet, until the store had run out of eggs, and then excited himself by tipping sunflower oil all over the aisles, so all the shoppers went gliding gracefully into each other at high speed. He soon bored of this, and went back outside to cause havoc.
He went to the local swiming pool, and watched children playing in the pool. He stared for a while then crept into the cupboard and grabbed a float or 30. He threw them. Hard.

Jack left the swimming pool, and he had enjoyed his day out. He watched as the men in white coats drove him away. He hoped he would have another one soon...