Torello's Collapse

Mark Torello gave the snowstorm five school buses. Nobody believed the storm would actually come, given past events. The whole winter consisted of swings and misses with school closings. Dean Gulberry gazed upon the bright television screen, in hopes of a school cancellation. Dean wasn’t an average kid, because he was stupid. As the schools were flashing across the screen, Dean was drinking an absurd amount of pop. Dean let out a satisfying belch, when he saw his school got cancelled. He found this a surprise, because Mark Torello never got anything right. The two shared a trait of being stupid. Now that school is no more, Dean has decided to ponder what activities this day will hold. Little does Dean know (because he’s stupid) he’d get into

a lot of trouble.

Dean looked up at the clock, which read 9:56.

He looked depressed, as he knew he wasted close to two hours of doing nothing. Dean went to reach for his bottle of pop, as he grasped the thin neck he realized it was a little too light. To Dean’s horror, the bottle was empty. Dean began frantically searching for another pop. There wasn’t a single drop of the carbonated beverage anywhere. Dean began to shake, as the withdrawal had already taken effect. He started to look under the cushions and other places, to scrounge up enough money to buy another pop. Satisfaction crept upon his face, as he held a crinkled five dollar bill. With the currency clenched in his fist, he thought about where to buy his beloved beverage. All of a sudden, the perfect idea came to him, as if it were a sign from God. There, glowing above his television was a yellow smiley face, grinning down at Dean. Dean was obviously in awe, as his drool began to trickle down his chin. He knew where he had to go. Like a bolt of lightning, Dean flew out of his house. He was a good six feet from his house when he realized he was still in his boxers. Dean knew he had come too far to go back, so he continued the trek of a lifetime. With his eyes set upon the snowy waste in front of him, Dean underwent a series of shivers and chatters. The wind was biting annoyingly against his bare legs. Given the immense amount of snot, his nose was frozen shut. Dean came to a halt, as he saw strange lights piercing through the

snowy veil. Alas, he had journeyed to a stop light. Just beyond the landmark would be his glorious destination, Happy Dan’s. As Dean nonchalantly crossed, a powerful force knocked him over onto his side, then front, then side, then back, then side, then front, then side, then back, then side, and then his front again. Dean looked to his left, and getting out of a large blur was a smaller blur. Dazed he sat, as he studied the figure, who came closer. The closer the object came, the more detailed it got. It was a man. A man that looked weatherly. As fate would have it, it was indeed the man, the myth, and the legend. Mark Tarello. Dean gasped in astonishment. Mark Tarello gasped back, as if he thought he were communicating with a foreign creature. Dean gasped again and again, as if he were fighting for air. Mark Tarello simply replied back with a series of strange gasp-like noises. All of a sudden, Dean began to lose his hearing, and he wasn’t seeing correctly. Dean couldn’t feel anything as well. He became limp. Mark Tarello noticed the sudden silence of Dean, and he believed he offended the poor foreign creature. Mark Tarello began to poke him, with an urgency to apologize to him. Dean gazed at the vehicle that had struck him, and then into Mark’s eyes. As Dean’s life faded away he murmured one word. “Ufda”.