A boy was walking down a road. He was bored. But hey, if you lived next to the biggest game store in the world and owned a whole three cents to your name, what would you do? Well this boy, Blake, wanted to get away from it all. It would be torture to stare at all the things you can't have. Blake was listening to Eminem. Nodding his head, he started mouthing the lyrics to his favorite song. It goes, "His palms are sweaty. Knees weak arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he loo-". The batteries ran out.

"Oh, BULLCRAP!!!" Blake shouted.

He felt his pockets. Batteries were in there... somewhere. The bad thing was, he was wearing cargo pants. For fifteen minutes he looked for those batteries. Eventually he just snapped. Two girls were walking their dogs, talking, laughing, but then they stopped. Why, you might ask? Well, they were looking at a very weird sight. What was it, you may be asking? Stop wasting your time and get on with it? You don't have to be mean about it! Anyway, where was I? Well, they were looking at a boy, who was... yelling at his pants.

"YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF CRAP!!! I NEED BATTERIES!!! B-A-T-T-I-R... WHO CARES HOW TO SPELL IT!!! NYAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!

"I-Is Blake okay?" one of the girls asked.

"Umm... he's mad at his pants." replied the other.

"Hehehehehehe.... hehehehehehe.... hehehehe... hehehehe...." Blake was shaking. "Darn... cargo... pants."

The girls walked up to Blake. This was the kind of thing that happened every other day at Welby Springs. Blake knew these girls. They knew him. They were the same age, went to the same school, same classes. Blake had a lot of bad days. That was mainly because his mother couldn't cook, and his father had a licensed butt imprint on the living room couch. So, Blake turned the situation into a positive. He learned to cook. This boy was so good, he could make chef Pierre cry! He could make Tony the tiger stutter!

These two girls had their own characteristics. One had brown hair, the other had blonde. The brown haired one had a very nice figure, considering here age. They all were around twelve years old. She was thirteen. Her name was Samantha. What Blake didn't know was that Samantha had a crush on him. The bad thing was, she could never say something just quite right when she was talking to him.

"Hey Blake! What did your pants do? I mean what did you do to your pants? I mean why doesn't your pants use batteries? I mean... uh..." Samantha said.

"What she's trying to say is, why the heck are you yelling at your pants?" the blonde said.

The blonde was a very close friend of Samantha. They had known each other since preschool. Their parents met each other at work, so their children met too. She was close to turning thirteen, and so was Blake. They had just started 7th grade. Her name was Sharen. She knew Samantha's secret, but she was trustworthy.

"No money... No batteries... bad pants... they ate my batteries... I will die without batteries... or pants." Blake answered.

"Come on, we'll take you home." Samantha told him.

The three kids walked down a sidewalk. Many people took what they saw the wrong way. But if you saw two girls around a guy with no pants, what would you think? Blake refused to put on his pants. He claimed they were possessed.

When they arrived at his house, they said their goodbyes. Before they went away, Sharen had to tell Blake something.

"Hey, Blake, before I forget, we're going to the arcade. You should come! That is... when you conquer your pants."

"O-okay. I'll be there soon. But first I have to get my dad to perform an excorcism on my pants." Blake said.

Blake went inside and struggled to regain composure.