Monday, May 13, 2013

Germs.

Yesterday I got murdered. 

By who?

My sister.

Skin.

We were at the park playing tennis, and Skin was hitting a ball. She hit it, and I was standing right next tot her which was a blasted idea. So Skin hit it, and then the racquet hit me in the mouth.

My poor tooth.

IT GOT MURDERED.

When we got home, I had to wear Skin's ol' myobrace for a few minutes. It was nasty and germy.

At Sunday school, (I don't go there to learn anymore if you're wondering) me and my friend Reem were climbing a tree, and Fa was with us too. I was climbing really high, and two of my friends were watching us. They went by the names Shazzy and Rabi. Rabi said, "You're a monkey!"
Shazzy said, "Break a leg."
I said, "I already broke something today." And then I told 'em 'bout my tooth.

The end.