I have a confession to make...

I kinda found this post on my desk. I was having a mass clean out, and I saw five stuff that I had written, but never typed up. Heres one:

It all started the day after daylight savings hour, and we were running late to school yet AGAIN. I was tired of being late, yet I knew perseverance would not do the trick.

After school, I climbed on my sisters’ desk, and changed the clock five minutes ahead.

Whim was at after school band, and my mother was safely tucked away in the kitchen. Once I finished, I silently stalked towards my parents’ room, my mother still out of sight. I then changed the time again, adding five minutes. I then sneaked off and change the bathroom clocks.

After dinner, I changed the oven time again, five minutes ahead, and while playing the piano (I was inspecting how long I had played), I changed the living room time.

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About a week after my sneakiness, my father began to notice a change. “The clocks have all freakishly gone ahead,” he announced one day, “and when I change it, it always suddenly changes back!”

However, my original plain did fail—to make us get to school on time—but, I did manage to make the rest of my family wonder, “Why they heck have the clocks gone berserk?”

Yes, you’ve guess, I am the time Ninja.