I decide to pack my bags now; it is getting pretty close to three. I pack seven and ½ t-shirts [one is torn in half.] I also pack three pair of pants [which are all jeans.] And finally, I pack my gun. My glue gun. I have had my glue gun since I was four and 3/4. I always keep track of when I get things I like.
Ah, I take one last breath of my house holds stinky air and head out the door. Wooden floor boards with sparkles scattered over them creak below my feet as I walk out our rickety door. Now I feel sad, how could I do this do my family? They need me, without me they would be in the doll dumps…L[Where discarded dolls go, otherwise known as where totally mess up and destroyed dolls go.] But I don’t care if my family ends up in the doll dumps. Even if they do depend on me, they wouldn’t even know it.
So I will leave, feeling no pity or sorrow for what I am leaving behind- Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
But now, I don’t want to be stuck in my house I want to be outside, with Mr. and Mrs. Cashawoopsie! So, I run back outside, this time determined not to go back in. I run far away from my house. Over the river and into the woods, off I go to the Cashawoopsies house! This is the song I decide to sing as I travel to the Cashawoopsies house. I hope there not cereal killers. That would be creepy!
Stay posted,
Nina
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