I am 5 years old, I saw a fly his name was Georgie I think. Georgie said my mother's cooking tasted like the rubbish he had landed on back in Puerto Rico (No offense to Puerto Rico), of course I took offense. I'm sorry I just don't understand what my mother's burritos did to you, ya know? Georgie kept buzzing around, reminded me of my grandfathers "Super Bee" boy did he love that car, he kept it shinier than his wedding ring. Anyways, a few days later I saw Georgie flying about, and he didn't stop to say hi like he always does. I could feel the tears screaming to be released, but they were denied. I went into my mother's room and asked her where Georgie went, and she simply said "In the living room." with zero feeling which would have hurt his feelings but I wouldn't tell him so it's OK. I followed instructions to the living room, and there he was, shining his eyeballs like my mom did back when she had a glass eye. I became overwhelmed with anger, why couldn't he had just waved to me? Now I was out for blood. I sprinted to where he was, he was scared of me so I was confused on his lack of movement. So, I slammed my head down on the reddish desk he had been relaxing on, thinking he would stay in one place. He didn't, which made me furious. My head felt wet, I assumed it was just sweat from my anger. I heard footsteps coming from the hallway as I saw my elder sister emerge from the dark abyss, as I would describe. I watched her scream bloody murder, I asked, "What happened?"
such suppencse ik but its 11pm rn and i dont want to be passing out during math class tomorrow so bya ;3
