Wren was lying in his bed his hands flipping over a rubix cube quickly. His mom walked in and put her hands on her hips when she saw how many things he still needed to unpack. "Wren you were supposed to pack all these things up hours ago" she said in a harsh motherly tone. Wren nodded and shot a spider web out of his palm grabbing all the stuff on the floor and shoving them into a suitcase. He got up and walked towards the front door "mum I'll be right back" he called and stepped through the doorway before she could answer.
My name is Sir Potato. You eated my cupcake...Prepare to die.