"Do you wanna know what I hate, sleepovers, but not all sleepovers. I am fine with my FRIENDS spending the night at my house, and me spending the night at other peoples house. But when it comes to my sisters friend or cousins or something, I don't like sleepovers. A couple months ago my niece and her friend, Nina and Grace, came to spend the night, since the guest room was getting cleaned that meant that I had to spend the night at Scott's and they got to sleep in my room. So the next day I came home to unpack the stuff I brought over to Scott's. My room was a disaster. Clothes were on my dresser, then blankets too. My bed wasn't made but it also looked like a disaster, the cover was half way on the bed then half way on the floor, good thing I brought my computer or else I'm sure they would've broken that too. Anyways I had school stuff laying out all organized, they were no long organized, then my nightstand by my bed, stuff was out of place, next time I need to set up a security camera in there, I don't know yet. But you all might be wondering "Why Grant are you telling up this story?" It is because they are coming again tonight, wish me luck." That is the last thing I type into my blog for the day, then I flinch when I hear the door ring and the sound of girls squealing.
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-TheBoyOnline
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