So, this is a story I wrote in my English class in High School. Please, please, please, post in the comments some improvements. Thanks!
Tom walked into class Tuesday morning with his homework in hand and sat down at his desk. Miss Hamilton asked, “You’re not usually absent, Tom; where were you yesterday?”
Tom hesitated a little, then said simply, “I went on an adventure where I ended up crossdressed, covered in honey, feathered, and ridiculously filthy.” Then he added with a shrug, “I decided to go home.”
Sally, a girl who sat behind Tom and thought herself a realistic snob, said, “Yeah, like we all believe that story. Tell us what you really did, Farm Boy!”
“No, it’s true! I had my homework in my hand when a sudden gust of wind took it and carried it off. I tried to catch it, going first left, then right. But every time I got close, it would get farther away. It turned into a type of dance that ended as soon as it went above the rooftops. I clambered up the nearest fire escape, just like in the movies. I wasn’t paying attention to what I laid my feet on, though, as I ran and snatched at my flying piece of homework. I realized my mistake when I heard the distinctive sound of wood breaking. Next thing I knew, I was on top of a pile of wood and broken hangers in a clothing shop full of people. When I finally untangled myself I found that I had slipped into a light blue dress. Well, that didn’t matter seeing that my homework was getting away. So, I started running on rooftops again. Anyway, to keep it short, I ended up really filthy – covered in honey, and feathered, and dressed as a girl. By the time I actually got my homework back in my hand, it was too late to go to school. So….what did I miss? and here’s my homework.”
How’s that for an excuse, huh?