So I woke up this morning and my mom said we could have quesadillas and tacos for breakfest..... I HATE TACOS(I grew up in a mexican/american family, both of my parents grew up with mexican food and I got a lot of tacos when I was little, I just had so many to the point where I hate them now) I really didn't want a quesailla ether(I really wanted eggs for some reason but only my mom knows how to make them, we haven't had a chance to eat eggs for awhile) then my mom went ahead and called us downstairs and said we have to get the stuff to make quesadillas if we want some, I didn't want some so I just want downstairs to see what I could eat, then my older sister asked me if I could help her carry the tortillas since I have steadier hands then her, I said yes since I wanted to be a good sister, we went over there and my mom said ok now cook them(TO ME) I then said But I don't want any, she then took them out of my hands and said if you don't want to help then leave, so I left and now I'm upstairs crying in the art's and crafts room thinking I'm a jerk since I didn't want a simple quesadilla.
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Random Art and Vents.
RandomThis isn't a real story I will just be using this for venting when I'm sad or just talking about cool things that happen and I will also post art, some random art and maybe some that are related to The Eclipse Empire story I have, but most of it wil...
