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melvin walked home after a long and torturous day at school. Once he finally got to his house, he grabbed the key that was around his neck and unlocked it. Melvin entered, wiping his shoes on a rug that read “home sweet home”, then walked into his living before passing the kitchen.
While he was walking past it he noticed a note on the table, melvin approached the table and picked it up. “Dear Melvin,” it said at the top. “I know it’s been a long time since you had ice cream. so as an reward after all your good grades, there is a pint full of strawberry ice cream waiting for you in the freezer! See you soon, mother”
Melvins eyes lit up, then RAN to the fridge. He opened the freezer and boom, there it was, in allllll its glory, the pint of strawberry ice cream. After looking at it for a few seconds melvin closed the door. “I should eat it after doing something first” he thought, “eating now would make me too full to get my work done!” He mumbled.
Then with that, he went upstairs into his room.
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After melvin got his work done, and taking a long shower (due to him singing mostly) he finally decided that now was the perfect time to eat the ice cream. Quickly blow drying his hair he speeds down the stairs into the kitchen. He grabs a spoon from the utensil drawer, and alongside with it, the strawberry ice cream.
Melvin settles down on the couch in his living room and opens the pint. Then jabbed the metal spoon into the ice cream, only for the spoon to get stuck. Irritated by this, melvin tries getting the jabbed spoon out of the ice cream to no prevail.
Melvin now getting impatient, sets the pint on the table in front of the couch and uses one of his hands to tightly secure it so it doesn’t move, while his other hand will push down on the handle of the spoon. Melvin then uses all his strength to push down on the metal handle.
Until…creeeaaaakkkkk
the spoon bends.
Melvin stared at it in shock.
He took his hands off of it, one of them freezing cold, the other a little sweaty.
Melvin puts his hands to his face and starts bawling.
“NOOOOOOO” melvin yelled with distraught. “T-this *sniff* is unfair!!” He sobbed. “W-why are things *sniff* going s-so..*sniff* WRONG TODAY??” After him bellowing this, Melvin sits on the couch, puts his legs into his chest, and continues sobbing into his arms.
After 3 minutes of this melvin looks back up to stare at the now slightly melting ice cream with puffy eyes. He gets up angrily and with a big tug, he got the bent spoon out of its soil and stared at it. He stared at it as if looking long enough, would make it go back to normal. It didn’t.
Melvin then turned to the ice cream to put the top back on, while doing this he licked the now melted chunks off of the spoon. He puts the spoon down and goes back to the fridge with the pint of ice cream in hand, and shoves it into the freezer before slightly slamming it shut. Now he went back to the now unusable spoon and stared at it again. “This is your fault my day is *sniff* ruined..” he murmured at it.
He then walks all the way back into the kitchen to throw it against the hard marble table. But instead of doing that, he ruthlessly slams it down into the table and watches it slide away from him.
He begins to slightly cry again.
So he runs upstairs into his room, to sob into his blankets and pillows.
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After awhile of this he eventually cries himself to sleep while hugging a dolphin plushie, Curled up like a tiny baby kitten.
Sweet dreams melvin