Fight the MonSter: Find a Cure for MS Page 20
“Daddy, I want Justin Bieber,” I pleaded.
“Justin is $2,000 because he is in mint condition—no bites or anything! You can pay it off now or pay it off in increments,” explained Dave.
“We’ll pay him off now.”
“Okay. Well, sir, here is a leash and owner’s manual. We offer zombie treats at a discount, only twenty-five cents per bag! Just make sure you don’t get your hands near his mouth!”
“Oh, Daddy, he’s perfect!” I cried. While my dad was paying the nice man, I started to poke Justin in the nose. He bit me and, thinking it was no big deal, I wiped the blood on my sweatshirt and stuck my hand back in my pocket.
“Bad Justin! Don’t tell mom..."
