Mrs. GULLivers travels

this takes place after someone elses post so please go read it first and give it a like cus its like a great post.
https://oliveandstuff565675004.wordpress.com/2020/03/02/my-march-madness-blogpost-inspired-by-a-story-mrs-gull-told-me-inspired-by-my-writing-inspired-by-the-march-madness-prompt/

Regan let herself float on her back for a minute. Her black hair swirled around her head and she breathed it all in. She was happy.

This, she thought. This is why we jump.

and thats where our story begins.

regan jumped, feeling the wind flow through her hair like putting your dog up to one of those bathroom air dryers.

the narrator never was good at analogies.

she hit the water with a splash and found that she wasnt rising to the surface. she swam desperately, but to no avail. she had ditched her first grade swimming classes in favor of throwing things at the mail man.

dont judge, it was first grade.

and that mail mans beard was infuriating to her for some reason.

but anyway, this fact seriously impaired her ability to like, not drown.

she lost conciousness.

and when she woke, she found herself on a strange beach. its sand was carpet, and its palm trees were large arrays of desks.

there were literally tens of little people surrounding her.

(sorry, im aware little people is a mean term. i meant “vertically challenged”)

“BLABBA BLABBA KOOBERSPLIT!!!!” one of them declared in their native language.

the others seemed to be in agreement and raised their writing notebooks and pencils. they threw a net over regan, and tied her down. despite her massive size in comparison to them, she was outnumbered.
“let me go!” she cried. “ILL USE MY BOPPING HAMMER ON YOU!!!!”
one of the little people fished the hammer out of her pocket and raised it into the air shouting “KABLOW!!!!! OOBA OOBA!!!!”
“oh gosh.” she realized. “this is that mythical island, what was it called?”she thought. her eyes widened “room C242.”
“JACKA HOOPA YANKEEPO!!!!!” they all cheered.
“this is terrifying!!!!! i never knew there were NATIVES on the island. the previous teacher simply described them as ‘them lil wippersnappin hippies'”

that guy was weird.

the students carried her over and plunked her down in the teachers seat.
“you…you want me to be your leader?”

they all shook their heads as if to say “no, we want you to write creative and inspiring prompts so that we can destroy them.”

the more she stayed, the more she began to understand their language. for example:
“so yeah”= period
“like”= filler space inbetween words so you can drive people insane
“oooooooh
oooooooooh
ooooooooooooh”:= oh no Brandons tables acting up again.

she couldnt even remember what her husband looked like at this point.
heck she didnt even remember what money looked like anymore.
but she began to realize that her skills were actually quite impressive and asked herself why she hadnt done this sooner, she could really change these peoples lives.

so she stayed.
the end.