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Rubik's Cube: A Short Story

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A while ago, in early summer, Jeff and I were walking. I was looking at the clown birds as I walked by (I call all birds clown birds because I know that Jeff hates clowns). The concrete was as uneven as a stormy sea. The clown birds were getting much too boring, so I started fiddling with my Rubik's Cube, which was impossible considering someone ripped out about half of the stickers out. Suddenly, Jeff asked “Barbra, what’s a very successful business?”. I thought a while and answered ”Clown businesses of corse. The fellas from the circus need good equipment”. “Real businesses” Jeff responded with an annoyed tone. Then he just stared at me. I could sense the bad vibes coming out of his evil stare. I put my Rubik’s Cube away and observed …show more content…

The school bell rang, and my classmates and I reluctantly went to our classes. The CPP (Coffeebucks) had not been doing so well. On opening day, the store had a few visitors. After tasting the awful instant coffee, they never came back. Weeks passed and no one had come, except for some coders expecting some C++ seminar. When they saw that the store consisted of matches and coffee powder, they left ASAP. October came, and one day I decided to go to check on Coffeebucks, and have Oopka pay Jeff a visit. I walked through the glass door. As I walked in, a little bell rang. “Hi Barbara” Jeff greeted. “How’s CPP doing” I asked. “No visitors yet” he answered. “The good news is I know someone’s coming real soon” I said slyly. Jeff’s face lit up. “REALLY??!!” he asked. “BUGGA BOO!!” I yelled and simultaneously pulled Oopka out of my bag and thrust it into my brother’s face. He ripped Oopka off of my hand. “Hey give me my Oopka back!” I yelled. Jeff started swinging it around. I still remember Oopka’s poor little face as Jeff furiously swung my beloved hand-held figurine around. Jeff chucked Oopka at the wall and the poor dear’s puppet face got so dented up it looked like a bruised tomato. You couldn’t tell that it was a clown anymore. At first I was speechless, but then I started to cry. “Serves that little monster right” my brother murmured. The Coffebucks house phone rang and the manager [my brother] answered. Jeff had forgotten about the house phone in the bathroom and I went and picked it

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