***OK... I wrote this story on a dare. Laura dared me to write a story where Nick got hurt so I wrote this in like five minutes during summer school.***
Once upon a time, Nick Carter was out walking on the streets of Orlando, Florida.
He forgot to wear any sort of disguise because he was having a blonde day.
Suddenly there was a scream.
"Oh my gosh! It's Nick Carter!"
Ten a million pre-pubescent girls came running up to Nick and trampled him to death.
Millions of girls went home with a clump of Nick's hair or a piece of clothing. One girl actually took one of Nick's fingers.
So Nick's dead, bald, naked, nine fingered body just layed there and rotted in the street.
THE END.