Tiny town of Arapooka

Adventures regarding stress levels in Arapooka

We begin our story in a little town known as Arapooka. Now Arapooka was not your average town. It was more of a place where people gathered simply to relax and calm their nerves, so basically no one really lived there unless they owned a spa or managed a hotel. So why is this story set in Arapooka? Good question let’s find out.
There was once a young man…
“What on earth do you mean 'I’m not stressed out enough' to enter?” The young man with green hair screeched.
“Exactly that sir, you are not stressed out enough, only visitors with a level eight stress or higher are allowed to enter the little town known as Arap-‘
"I know what this town is fool! I just want to get in, look how stressed I am! You’re even stressing me out did you know that? I should have a stress level of 100!"
“Actually sir the scale only goes up to ten-“
“Do you think I care? I just want to get in!!!"

“What is all this fuss?” A young lady waiting in a nearby line was accepted to enter the town; she had a whopping stress level of nine (no one ever made it to ten, in respect that such high a level of stress would not be found in any living person)
“This fool will not let me get in!!!!” The man whined.
“Why not?” she asked
“Because,” the clerk replied “He is only at level one in stress.”
“Level one?” the woman scoffed. “How do you even function at such a low level, you must not even be alive, is it even possible to have a stress level of one?”
“I am not at level one!! Just look at how stressed I am now.” He yelled, but both the woman and the clerk were too busy to listen, they were engaged in their own conversation.
“This guy must be a total idiot; he must not have a care in the world!” The woman laughed.
“He must sit at home all day reading newspapers upside down while watching reruns of stupidly funny shows.” The clerk smirked.
“I bet he doesn’t even wash his clothes, just sits there all day long with an empty look on his face, you know with chips crumbling off his chin.” She added. Then they both finally acknowledged the young man, whose name we still do not know.
“Ewww” they said in unison.
The young man (lets call him Fobio), called Fobio simply reached out and smacked the clerk.
“Oh no you didn’t just ‘ew’ me you high stress leveled bozo!”
“I believe I did sir.” Was the clerk’s reply.
“Ok then I’m just going to leave.”
“Have a pleasant day sir.
”I will,” Fobio replied. “because I got no stress. Oh ya baby!!!”
And with that the young Fobio hopped off into another village for hyper people who go in for stress enhancement.
The End
AHH!!!I'm in a silly mood today :)
I was inspired by my senior exit paper which is extremely stressful...