I wake up in a pool of sweat, my bed is soaked. Today is a good day. I struggle to lift myself out of the trundle, my 70 year old back can barley handle all the weight from the pizza I've been eating, but what can I say, the pizza here hits dif.
I am already late so I use the forklift my mum left out for me and travel at full speed over to the triple decker walk in closet. I change into the clothes dad put on the mannequin and quickly braid my hair with no time to lose.
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I take my fireman pole down to the kitchen and my mummy is already there decorating my 70th cake for breakfast, just a light meal to start the day with a bang.
I am so excited for my big party. "Are you excited for your big party" my mum asks, taking another cake out of the oven. "I am so excited for my big party." Little does she know exactly how excited I am for my big party.
I take a slice (or two) of cake before I head out for work, grabbing my smiggle backpack and minion key chain, I go to open the rotting, holy door when dad pops up. "Are you excited for your big party?" Oh boy am I excited for my big party, so I answer, "I am so excited for my big party".
He gives me a firm shove and I backflip into my wheelchair waiting outside. It took me ages to learn that trick. I start up the motor and head for the staff room. I'm so excited for my big party.
