I got up out of my comfy cloudy cloud feeling lovable squishy toy bed. I immediately go to the bathroom because school starts in 3 hours but I need to be ready early because I said so. I look in the mirror and admire my ocean blue orbs. I run my fingers through my soft, silky blonde hair. My cheeks were red and puffy from crying last night.
Why was I crying? Well because my boyfriend who I had when I was 5 years old died in a plane accident 9,000 years ago.
My mom, dad, grandma, T. rex, cousin, 1st cousin all of my cousins, goldfish, dog and cat died in the same plane crash.
I go down stairs and see my grandpa
"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hey"
I say I stutter because I was thrown of a 500 story hotel when I was only 2 seconds old and I broke all of my bones
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My grandpa yells I fly back because im only 3'2 and I weigh 1 pound
I break my wrist, even though I can feel the pain or can't feel anything I cry because im a attention seeker.
I run up to my mansion room and cry until I hear a knock on my window...........................
