Chapter 1 A Trip to aunt jodies

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It was one of those boring stupid rainy days where you have nothing to do so I decided to paint, so I took out the Normal red, yellow and blue paint my worn out paintbrush and my squeeky easel and a nice white paper. i always spend my time in the attic alone by myself, yes I have no life you can say that a million times. Turns out I had nothing but a half broken vase of flowers to paint "EXITING". I have to mix colours for green and orange and whatever colours you mix with the primary colours.my painting turned out awesomely bad😡. I'm such a bad artist.
now what my moms calling me  
"Maria come down for supper" 😕 fine I yelled back I really hate moms food. I put everything away and put my picture in the trash. Slowly making my way downstairs to the smell of hot stew blehck. "I said what's for supper" the best she t replied "hamburger stew" she said we'd better make a good supper like this for your birthday too tomorrow I said why don't you just make sandwiches trying to whip up a smile. she said whatever you want sweetie pie, thanks mom. Then she said honey for your birthday your going to aunt Jodie's. Who the heck is aunt Jodie I replied she said your dads only sister she is the only one left in the family for dads side. Oh my dad passed away last year from a car crash so now it's  just me and mom and the most annoying brother you could ever have, hey Maria pull my finger ,hey Maria knock knock hey Maria come do this come do that wipe my bum it's like dude if we had a dog it would be way easier like way easier. My mom said "I will be right back I have a doctors appointment so watch hunter for me" fine I said in the most horrible voice. Hunter asked softly surprisingly "why does mama always have to go to the doctor, well mama has a desiese called cancer and it's very bad so she needs to take medicine sometimes and see the doctor alright".kk he said here watch some tv handing him the remote "yow da best"hunter yelled I will be painting up in my room if you need me aka not the attic my room but the attic is in my room. I don't feel like painting anymore I'm just gonna lie on my bed thinking of what aunt Jodie likes. When mom came home me and hunter were sleeping deeply.

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