ow! I couldn't believe it, last summer my family went to Callifonia for vacation because it was a good spot to relax.No one could believe we were going to Callifornia.It's going to be so much fun.We made reservations and everything. As soon as we got there, I ran up to my room and unpacked .Then I was ready to start having fun.So I decided to hit the beach with my mom and sisters. After I was so bored of swimming at the beach, I asked my mom if I could walk back to the hote. On my way I saw a creepy old place with a telescope, and I wondered what it was so I walked up to it.Then I knocked on the humongus door , no one answered so I walked in and studied my surroundings.Then I realized that telescope was there for a reason. It was there because it was a real life science lab. I was so exited that I was touching everything, but guess I touched the wrong thing and it shrunk me.Then the scientist walked in. I didn't know what to do or say, so I ran around in circles on the floor. I thought I had a better chance of being seen if I was on the table, so I climbed up. I started to yell as loud as I could , but when I heard my voice I screamed, "What this isn't my voice!" Then I thought for a minutes,and I figured out if my body shrunk then my vocal chords probably shrunk too. The scientist asked me what I touched,and I said, "That big machine thing." "Oh that. I don't have a potion for that yet,but I know what the ingredients are," he said. I asked, "What ?" He said, "One peanut buttercup.You have to figure out the other ingredient later." I went to the store and tried one peanutbuttercup and a bannana. That didn't work so I was in a rush so I grabbed a Dr.Pepper and ran to the science lab .The scientist mixed them together.Wow! I'm not puny anymore!Even though that tasted tremedesly horribleI think it was worth it. The next time I go on vacation I decided to not touch things if I don't know what they do. But next year I'm going to Florida. Also I'm not stepping foot in any creepy looking places even if it's my hotel room. |