The torrid weather left me along with all of the other neighborhood kids, inside our homes. Every fan was on but the heat still managed to seep in our doors, sneaking its hot hand on us causing my brothers and I to remove as much clotjing as possible. My uncle sat on a couch. Because he was a very corpulnman: the heat affected him the most. Several times he loosing his breath and once he screamed a buffet of insults at us. My brothers and I decides to stay in our rooms laying on the floor stairing at the ceiling and thinking of the many things that one could only think of when boredom strikes. How many words star with W? Is there more than one way to tie our shoes?
We did exactly nothing. It was to hot to eat. To hot to sleep...to hot to do anything. My brothers and I decided it was better to keep the silence between us because not only did we not want top anger our uncle, But we believed that our breaths would add on to the heat.
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HEy you guys!!!!!!!!!!!
My lovely readers, i bacik and i want to start a series of short stories. My friends said that this was one of the best short stories that i have ever written. Let me know how you like it. THIS IS OONLY THE BEGINNING!!!
ODDLES AND NOODLES,
MISFITFEVER
