So on Tuesday I had to get my MRI and on the way to st. Luke's hospital, where I had to get it done, my dad stopped at McDonald's so we could all eat something. He got me a chicken sandwich and threw it at me. It got all over my shirt and jacket. Then he just sat there and laughed at me. He turned 37 the day after that happened. Woa. He seems like he would be a teen. Like maybe one of the more immature boys in my classes lol.
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The story that never ends.
Non-FictionThis is about my life and what's happened to me so far. Wich is a lot. I hope you enjoy it.
