Bad Mood
Go a...way as my tall, monstrous brother tiptoes into my small, tiny miniature room. He gently whispers in my blocked ear, it’s time to get up in the morning, repeated five times. He prances around my room, like a pink fluffy unicorn. Don’t you just hate it when you have to get up in the morning. and you just want that extra sleep, then you fall asleep again. Well that happened to me. I feel like an angry gorilla trying to escape from his vast enclosure. Finally I clapes out of my bed. Very ungracefully. School time great. Just great.
By Summer
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