My family call themselves The Ivy Army. Honestly it doesn't really make sense seen as there's only five of us (six if you count my dog Winston). But I like it anyway- not really sure why! Like when we going on the plane to get to berlin for the holidays. We all stood in a line saluting as my dad marched us up the plane steps- my older brother with toilet paper sticking to his foot( apparently following in the 'footsteps' of Donald Trump. We all laughed.
~Know this ain't much but I have school and all that stuff- but hope you enjoyed- new update coming tomorrow... i think... i hope...XD Anyway bye for now :D
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Iris Ivy
General FictionHey, I'm Iris and welcome to my completely normal 11 year old life!
