Your POV.
Your eating your spaghetti in the most loudest of ways. Slurping and sipping your cola and spag bowl.
"Stop that!" Grunts your Auntie. Your auntie was the most awfullest person in world. Eating spag bowl was very rare for you, as she barely fed you anything nice. But your late mum gave her the recepie, so it had to be used. You yawned and your auntie glared at you.
"Oi stupid! I see ya yawning your 'ead off! Get to bed!" she growled.
You didn't mind, cause you were tired anyway.
You couldn't be bothered to change clothes, cos' you were half asleep, so you stumbled into bed and slapped your face onto the pillow. You pulled up the bedsheets and fell fast asleep...
YOU ARE READING
The imaginary journey
FantasyI hope you guys like this, its my first one on here too :)
