The boy was splatered out at the bottom of the stair case. Face red, eyes closed, and mouth opened. Laghter could be heared throught the room from everyone including the boy himself. Claping and stomping joined in with people standing and walking over to help him up. His sweet colonge soon filled the air and noses of the people sitting next to him. Of course it was followwed by the usual smell of chicken. The boy's mouth lightly tasted of blood, for he had bit his tounge falling. His squishy body was used to the pain and will soon be followed by more with his condition.

Well tll me what you think! And if I should put up more assiment... when I get them >.< ... Also can someone tell me how to put up pictures? Thanks (again) Bye!!