One day after cheer practice I got my hot tamales out of my bag and the box looked funny...... It looked as if it had been tampered with but I tooled my chances and decided to eat them anyways. One was a strange color, one had a strange shape. 5 minutes into walking to down the sidewalk I realized that my hot tamales were not tamales instead they were some kind of magic bean. The next morning when I woke up I had a strange feeling in my legs. All of the sudden I felt the need to start doing backflips! Every time I would try to stop it would just turn into a back tuck. So I backflipped my way to the kitchen screaming for help but my mom had already left for work. So I backflipped my way to school making cars swerve and honk screaming SORRY!
