Sometimes I Get Bored...

I have made a new friend and we tend to get bored. We enjoy writing stories...the kind where we each take three lines and then fold the paper over so the next person can only see the last line. We created an awesome story today that actually seemed to flow despite the fact we had no idea where the person before us wanted the story to go. The italicized lines are my part of the story and the regular font lines are Collette's. I would now like to share this gem.

Collette was sitting in her Instructional
Strategies & Assessment class feeling incredibly
bored. She decided she needed to entertain
the entire class. Having complete confidence in how
cool she was, she got up and started to dance.
But then her uterus started to hurt, she bent over
to attempt a hand stand (for that is the cure-
all for uterus pains) but her pants ripped.
In embarrassment, Collete ran out the door.
As she ran to the bathroom she heard everyone
laughing behind her. When suddenly out from a dark corner
came a hooded shadowy figure. It dove at Collette
and tackled her to the ground. After a quick and slightly
awkward skirmish Collette got to her feet and found
the hooded figure had fixed her pants. "Who are you?"
The shadowed face turned away, gathered his things,
and bolted away. Collette realized the escape effort
and stuck her foot out. The figure fell, the hood uncovering
Daniel Radcliffe, a.k.a. Harry Potter. Either his career
was at an all-time low or he truly believed he
was a wizard. Either way, he was better entertainment.
Her uterus now healed she grabbed his hand
and pulled him to the classroom. Keeping him outside
the door she walked in and started dancing. Slowly the wizard entered
doing the worm. One by one the students realized
it was Daniel Radcliffe. Some screamed and clapped
in excitement and some shot spit wads. The dance duo
ended when the teacher grabbed her sword from
its invisible sheath and pointed the blade in
the wizard's face. She threatened to slit his throat.
Daniel Radcliffe didn't like this idea so he ran
away to tackle and entertain someone else. Collette
went back to class and resigned herself to boredom.

What can I say? Class was pointless today.