When I was much younger I used to be the most mischievous little kid. I locked my aunt and my grandmother out of my house because I didn't like my aunt. My dad once ate the last piece of cake; I thought that piece was mine so I was mad at him for months. I also buried my mom's wedding ring in the backyard.
On my sister's birthday I took and hid her favorite present. Then for the next two months or so I led her on wild goose chases pretending to tell her where the present was until finally showing her where it was.
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Those things are very funny- I hope you've gotten to like your Aunt better though!
ReplyDeleteAll in all, I think that this a funny and great writing. But you mispelled the word "were" in the end of the writing. So fix that sometime okay.
ReplyDeleteFrom what I have read in your blogs so far, you are(or at least were) a fragile, hyper, evil, and michievious little monster. Not just that, but a funny one too. My only suggestion is to use more pronouns :-/.
ReplyDeleteI do like my aunt better, and I actually have no idea what I originally had against her
ReplyDeleteI am not fragile, I might be a little hyper, difintely not evil and not mischevious
ReplyDeleteI changed the mistake Lucky D 150. :)?
ReplyDeleteyou are fragil now learn to live with it.
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