Most people, on their sixteenth birthday, get a car. Most of the time, it is a beat-up, used, big honkin’ piece of metal, rubber, and plastic, unless the person receiving the car is super-duper-mega-completely-uber rich.
On my sixteenth birthday, I got a horse.
My parents hate the idea of me having a car, so they gave me a horse. But in retaliation, I will treat that horse like a car--I'm going to ride it to school every day, I will put it through a car wash once in a while, and all that jazz.
Haha.
I REALLY wanted a car, not a horse, and even though I love the horse and wouldn't give it up for anything, I still wanted a freaking car. My plan is to let the horse run free during the day, to let it out every now and then and make it look like a troublesome horse and I'll train it to only come when I call so my mom will get sick with worry and buy me a car so she'll know where at least something is.
This is going to be fun.
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SO HEY Y’ALL!!
EVERYONE!!! I read all of the comments that you give HOWEVER IF THERE IS A CUSS WORD IN THE COMMENT THEN I WILL NOT READ IT EVEN IF IT IS A GENIUS COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!
If you think I should continue the story, then leave me a comment (because I won’t continue it until the summer if you don’t think I should continue it.). BUT NO SWEAR WORDS.
If you want to, go to http://jdw3.titanpad.com/2 and leave me a question or somethin'. ONLY IF YOU WANT TO.
DID YOU LIKE CHAPTER 1? (I hate it when people put a prologue, and this is basically a prologue, but I’m calling it Chapter 1 anyway because I hate it when people have like 40 chapters and 41 parts. I despise that, so here is the kinda-sorta-misnamed Chapter 1!)
Wait, did you know that I am a spelling, err, promoter? Activist? Something other than “Nazi” because the phrase “Spelling Nazi” is sooooooo overused. So if you find any errors, PLEASE TELL ME. In a comment, preferably.
GRAZIE EVERYBODY
