By school the next day, the voice wouldn’t shut up. He kept saying ‘Christmas is for fools’,'No one celebrates the holidays!’ and,’If you celebrate Christmas, you’re worthless.’
I didn’t listen to the voice, but he got rather annoying. I told him to shut up about a thousand times, but he never did.
Finally, a familiar voice.
“Sheldon, I need your help.”
“What is it?”
“Can you get this anti-Christmas chip out of my head ASAP?”
“Sure, I just need to get my tool kit out of the shop room.”
“Great, let’s go!” I grabbed his hand and used my high-powered rollerskate feet to get me and Sheldon to the shop room.
“Go get it!” I said.
“Stay here.” He told me, then he walked inside the room.
I waited, and while I waited, he kept talking.
“What do you need Christmas for? It’s done nothing for you! You’re better off without it!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! Get out of my head!”
“I got it, Jenny!” He said.
“Hurry up! Get it out!” I bent over so he could search through my head.
“There are so many chips, I don’t know which one it is.”
“Just try a few! I’m sure you’ll find it.”
“Okay…how ’bout this one.” He pulled something out.
“I can’t feel my legs!”
“Okay! Okay!” He put it back in. “Maybe this one.”
“Necesito la chipa poner en!”
“Spanish? That can’t be right.” He put it back in. “This one, I’m sure.” He pulled another out.
I looked up at him. “Who are you?”
“Oh great! Amnesia!” He put it back in. He closed his eyes. “This one.” He pulled one out.
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