Third Chances?

I have converted from blogger to tumblr, and back to blogger again.
Yeah, tumblr is fun, but blogger has more awesome people ^.^


Once upon a time, I had a pet spider named Charles.
This was way back in May.
We were doing track in gym, and I was bored.
Some chick screamed when she saw a spider, and I was like (in my head) OH MY GOSH! A SPIDER! I SHALL NAME YOU CHARLES.
Then Jasmine stepped on him, and some random guy flicked him off to spider heaven.
I was devastated.

And again, in May, I had another pet spider. This time, his name was Charles Jr.
He was hanging out on the sunroom ceiling, and I was elated.
I had a second chance to this whole pet thing.
Then my mom killed him.
Once again, I was devastated.

A few hours ago, while I was cleaning my room, I saw a black speck in the corner of my eye. Choosing to ignore it, I continued to clean my room. Once I was finished, I focused my attention to the black speck that was on the ceiling. It proceeded to move. I freaked.
I realized that this... speck was actually a spider!
I had a third chance!
I stared at my new un-named pet for a few seconds, and quickly got bored.
I left to get some juice, which led to another thing, which led to another thing, which led to me babysitting my brother and missing the chance to hang out at the park, which led to me drinking more juice, which led to me remembering my spider, which led to me running into my room and finding that my pet spider had ran away.
I screamed, "MAMAAA!!! OTIS IS GONE!"
(Otis was the first name that came to my head)
I just... I can't believe he ran away from me!
Why would he do that?!
I didn't neglect him, did I?!

The moral of this story is something I found on tumblr.
Giving a second chance is okay, but giving third chances is stupid.


I hope you enjoyed my little story.

LOVES,
McSQUIGGLES♥