The Moslty True Story Of The Lunch Bunch

Prince Cornelius the Third

Hey readers! This is Emily again. And I have a story to tell all you youngsters! In Health class, we had to learn CPR, so if we were ever in a predicament where we needed to know, we could save that person's life. Anyway, we get these dummies that have no arms, no legs, and it really didn't have a face, but I still decided to name it. I named it Prince Cornelius the Third. Don't ask me why I like the name Cornelius, I just do. After I did CPR to it like 5 times, I decided how he would look like. He would have blonde hair that would be long for a boy, brown eyes, perfect lips, not too bushy eyebrows, and he would be 18 years old. (I'll try to put a pic on the side) Then I even went farther. I came up with a little back story for him and this is how it goes: He came to America to have a vacation from all the girls that fangirl on him. And when he's in America somewhere, he has the sudden need for CPR. Luckily I'm near by, so I start doing CPR. 2 raspy breaths and 30 compressions (I'm pretty sure.) Then when I'm doing a raspy breath (basically it's like mouth to mouth) he wakes up and starts kissing me. It's a great story don't you think? (You're probably like "Emily it's not that great!" but it's an awesome fantasy to me.)

Anyway, I'm also now addicted to CPR! I want to become a nurse, so maybe that's why I like it? I don't know, but literally I've been practicing on a pillow. And I really want a CPR dummy for Christmas, but that would be pretty hard to explain to my parents. At least I'm addicted to this instead of drugs or something bad like that, which DON'T DO DRUGS! So, have a healthy, fun life! Bye!

-Emily