A Creative Story about Nothing in Particular

My name is Amilio. Everyone calls me Amilio. My closer friends call me Amilio. My enemies call me Amilio. I like to call myself Michael. Why, because I am really Michael Jackson. Really! Every morning I wake up to the greeting of my mother fist on my back tenderly screaming into my ear "Go to school Amilio". Every morning I reply with the same "I don't want to go to school". She always says "Why? What is it this time?". "Because I'm bad! You know it!." This morning my mother and I went through the usual dialogue. I hopped out of bed and began dancing on top of it. Hitting all of the vintage Michael Jackson dance moves. As I grabbed my crouch my mother pulled the bed sheets from under me. I fell to the bed, nearly injuring my cranium. I groomed myself as usual. …