I hadn’t taken a single day off sick in the last year, so the boss gave me all my holidays at once before the end of the year. My holiday coincided ...ith the start of Spring Break, and the whole town was gearing up for the influx of beautiful, drunken students. Everyone except me, that is.Maybe I should tell you a bit more about myself. You see, I’m the stereotypical geek; I’m about forty pounds overweight, wear reasonably thick glasses, and my favourite hobby is sitting in a room, playing. My fingers fidget closer to my mouth as I frantically look around. Scared to move and wanting to huddle myself into a corner and hide, if only I knew where the boundaries of the room lay. I want to speak, and ask who made the sound ... but if they can’t see me, I would be giving away my location. I don’t know what to do. I know what I want to do, yet that seems impossible or at the very least as though it wouldn’t turn out to be in my favor. I want to scream and escape this void. I want to run. " I'll have your job for this attitude." Carl Puffin screeched at the ranger."No you won't, sir. You're not bright enough to handle my job." The two rangers walked away. They left Carl Puffin behind to gripe to himself."Isn't there something you can do to make that ugly man go away?" Mother asked.Mark wondered, why didn't I think of that?"What can you do to get rid of that man?" he asked Teacher."There are many ways to rid yourself of him. Do you wish to kill him or scare him?"Uh oh, Mark just. Security barred the entrances and the invited were ushered in through a back exit. Even Karen couldn't slip out unnoticed. Fans were still outside and liable to pounce on anyone leaving.The Curse T-shirts were in abundance, as anyone who had any role to play acquired themselves one. A local had run them off to his own design, blatantly ripping off the band's name. Mick realised he had to seal up the merchandising deals or more of this was liable to happen. A lucrative revenue stream for the.