Demented things we do, and can't help.

One afternoon Brittany and I were bored so we went into the bathroom, filled the sink up with water, and made a scent. One was for girls and one was for guys. To make the scent we combined a bunch of things we found in the bathroom. They both ended up smelling pretty good. After we finished we took Ziploc bags and filled them up with all sorts or soaps, creams, and lotions. Later that night we went to my house and made more using the supplies that I had. So the next morning we took the bags out to my court and chucked them fiercely at the ground. Green goo flew everywhere! Brittany and I smelled really strong because before we went outside we had been spraying all of my mom’s perfumes on us, and she surprisingly had some good ones. She even had a Beyonce one, but that’s a whole other story.

The Sad Story Of Bob The Builder

It was a windy day when the man crossed the road and went into the bus station. Just moments after he sat down on the bench he heard somebody crying. Jim (the guys name) strolled over to him only to realize that it was bob the builder. “What’s the matter Bob?” Jim asked politely. “Oh it’s nothing, really.” Bob murmured. “It’s alright, I won’t judge. Just lay it on me.” Jim said. “Well alright, there just this one air vent that no matter how hard I try I just can’t fix!” Bob started sobbing even harder. “Oh come on!” Jim shouted loud enough so everybody at the bus station could hear. “You’re Bob the freaking Builder! You can fix anything!” “You know what?” Bobs face started to light up as he talked. “I am Bob the Freaking builder and I can fix anything. Bob then stood up and stormed out of the bus station with pride. Right when Bob took his first step outside his hat blew away. After his hat blew away Bob ran right back into that bus station and cried harder than ever before. “What I wuss” Jim mumbled as he walked away.

Only child

I am an only child and not everybody knows that about me. Sometimes I hate being lonely but other times I like getting most of the attention. Whenever I tell someone that I have no other siblings they usually think I'm spoiled. Which I'm not spoiled, we just have more money for other things because we don’t need a lot of food, clothes, and other necessities. So I do have a lot of things I like but I only get big things like that for Christmas or my birthday. Other than that I have to save up my money for stuff that I want just like any other kid. To get money I have to also have an allowance. That is why I hate when people think that I'm spoiled, I'm not I just have a very happy childhood!