• Btw this is #3.Clickity here to start at the beginning
    Sergei turned around, I think he heard me. No wait, he's running outside, with my lunchbox! "Get back here jerk!" Sergei stopped. He turns around and roars at me. It sounded like a dieing elephant, but for some reason, I think I understood what he was saying. I took one of those moldy school breadsticks from a kid eating alone outside, and threw it straight at Sergei's head. I don't think I understood him right. He flicks me off, and turns to stone. I thought he would petrify into gold or silver or something, but nope, just plain old rock. Maybe he wasn't so rich after all.
    I carried the Sergei statue, which was still sticking its middle finger out at me, to one of the schools abandoned warehouses. Where they kept those broken desks that the lazy janiters never bothered to fix. I got a text.
    Ray come home now, it's important. -Dad
    I stood there in shock.
    My dad's been dead for 15 years.