Wordplay: The Reading Spot

These days parents have this phobia about letting their children handle any responsibility, for example, take my friend, Ned. His parents don't even let him keep a pen of his own, and I'm pissed off because he takes my  pens to write!!! He tells me everyday, "I wish I had something to take care of..." and "Oh Jeff, could you lend me your things  for safekeeping?".  And the type of smart guy I am, I already have a responsibility: Keep my things away from Ned. Okay, maybe Ned isn't even capable of it, but how can we be sure without even trying? And even if he isn't capable enough, why do I have to suffer? So, when he came to my house for another shot at convincing me to allow him to keep my things for the day, I told him to ask his parents to give him one chance of proving himself. And guess what, they did. After an hour or so, an 'earnest' Ned showed up at my door, house keys sticking out of his mouth. I had to tell him how stupid and daf...

"It all started one night, when the moon was shining brightly. It was quarter past two, when I was hiding behind the dust bin in my society. I was on the run from my short tempered Geography teacher, Mrs. Davis, as I hadn't completed my homework since a couple of weeks. It may sound weird to you, and it IS! I was thinking about a most reasonable excuse that would calm her down. "Sorry Mrs. Davis, I'll complete it right away!" or "I forgot to do it Ma'am!". Amidst all my thoughts, suddenly, I heard steps. Footsteps, coming right towards me! Tik-tok, tik-tok. Tik-tok, tik-tok. I frightfully looked in the direction of the sound. To my horror, it was her, Mrs. Davis! I knew it was her. I could recognise those high-heels anywhere. Even in school, we all used to know that it was her, just by hearing the sound of those high-heels. ,I looked up at her. Her eyes were red. Red, as if strained. I managed to mutter, "M-m-r-s. D-davis I-I forgot to...