Foxtrot, Maine
Rosie woke up to snow falling. It was Christmas morning, and everything was coated in white. She knew what day it was, and rushed downstairs to the living room, and saw presents under the Christmas tree.
She opened her gifts, and they were clothes. New shirts, pairs of jeans, and socks. "Where's my X Box?" she demanded.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart!" said her mother.
"How do you explain these?" asked Rosie.
"You needed some new clothes, sweetie," said her mother.
"Where's my X Box?"
"We couldn't get you one. So sorry, honey."
In a fit of rage, Rosie knocked over the Christmas tree, and threw her clothes away. That didn't sit well with her mother.
"Go to your room, Rosie!" barked her mother.
"I hate you, Mom!" And he stormed back upstairs, walked into her too, and slammed her door.
This story was written on Monday, December 12th, 2022.
A/N Rosie should be grateful, that she got some clothes for Christmas! Not many people have clothes to wear! Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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