Intro: Hi, I have OCD(obsessive cleaning disorder) And for some odd reason I HATE the color RED!$&@)(/; This is also my first book, so it may not be the best! But, here it goes!
Reason 1:
Chapter 1: One day I was walking in the store and we saw twizlers. So I asked my mom" Can I have some twizlers?" And my mom said YES! I was excited until five minutes later...
"OMG" I screamed in the car.
"What?????" My mom said back pulling over to see what was wrong.
"Th-the package was open!" I said pretending she knew.
"What package"Mom said with a confused face.
"The red fine package" I freaked.
"Never mind I will tell you when we are home" I said frustrated.
I didn't talk till we were home and then I brought the conversation up again at dinner.
I was thinking in my head should talk about it or would dad get mad because we're fighting.
I finally decided I wasn't going to talk about it for the rest of the day maybe when mom was in a good mood like maybe I could buy chocolates and flowers or something. I brought it up today and mom rolled her eyes and said she didn't want to talk about it
Reason 2:
Chapter 2: Red sometimes reminds me of blood. That gross blood like you know the blood inside you???
Reason 3:
Chapter 3: I don't think red is my color for fashion. It doesn't match me I guess... Like turtlenecks jackets jeans T-shirt it just doesn't match...:-(
Thank you for reading my short story it was my first book story on this profile if you like this story please follow me and vote and comment:-)
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Why I Hate The Color RED!;)
RandomI really couldn't Think of any ideas for my first story so this is the story that popped in my head it is a true story because I have OCD and I can't control it.:-) &@$EmmiBears@&$
