Assignment 12- Julian Perry

It was a grey morning, full of great mourning over the loss of Sk's best friend. At least, that's what he imagined it might look like outside. He had never seen the outside, but grey just seemed like a fitting color for it. Sk, what his buddies called him, was short for SkullCandy. He didn't like being called Sk, but he would never say anything about it. Sk wasn't a confrontational earbud, but he was a clever one. When his friend got taken the day before, all he could do was watch. He knew he was next, because the store had just opened again, and he was up front on the rack. He could see everything from here! The building was a lot larger than he had originally thought. This is when he finally gave up hope of escape. His own mother building had sold him into slavery.. How else could this all be explained? Any second now. 

Sk wondered who might take him away. Would it be one of those little things or would it be a big person? He hoped they didn't look scary. He was still going to be scared, anyway. He was always scared. 

Sk wouldn't be bullied around, though. He wasn't strong, but he had heart. We had his wits. He would attack when the odds were in his favor. When that tiny yellow-topped creature came up and grabbed him, he was ready. As soon as he reached a pocket, he knew what to do. He would tangle himself up so badly that no one would ever mess with SkullCandy again. Sk would make sure of that.