Jeremy grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag as he went. Rushing downstairs he grabbed his uniform and in seemingly one motion he was dressed. Now, if Jeremy hadn’t been in such a hurry that morning he would have realized that his pants were just a little too tight for him. Instead he focused on inhaling his breakfast and getting out that door.
Now, being late for Jeremy was not a new thing. In fact he probably had the longest list of lateness in the history of late. So it goes without saying that for Jeremy this was just another normal day. That is, it would have been, if it weren't his pants. Slowly but surely they began to rip along the seam. Jeremy being far too busy to realize though because probably thinking about Margery Stewart-Baxter.
Jeremy and Margery had grown up together and he had always fancied her just a little. Except as their bodies developed, Jeremy had noticed a new side of Margery and he liked it. So for this he rushed to school to meet her as she got off the bus. She always rode the bus. Jeremy wished he could catch a bus. The one problem was that by the time he reached to school gate his pants had a rip down the side comparable to the Grand Canyon. That is if the Grand Canyon was an inch and a half long a located on the side of heliotrope school shorts. All it was going to take was a little tug and the entire side of Jeremy’s pants would be free and blowing in the wing like a retired sock puppet.
Such a tug came just as a Jeremy was set to approach Margery Stewart-Baster who was chatting with her friends. A wayward twig who was quite content just sitting, minding his own business caught Jeremy by side of his pants just as he called for Margery.
“Margery, Ove..”
He was cut off by the single loudest ripping noise you have ever heard. Everybody turned to look as his shorts flapped like sails in the sea breeze. Nothing stood between Jeremy and his embarrassment. God, he wished he hadn't worn his green lantern briefs.
