OK, so I found a few of these things on Pintrest and I want to do some.
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As a kid, well before I turned 10, I was extremely active and mischievious. I would play outside and cause trouble. Old Ms. Lottner's cats? I shaved a few and dye the others. The neighborhood punky kids? I threw eggs, glue booms, and toilet paper at them for a week.
So when my 10th birthday came around, it was January at the time, I was greeted with a box on the bus. I didn't open it right away, because I was more worried about the kid sitting in my spot.
"Move." He looked at me, then the box, and then snorted at looked back at his phone. "I guess you didn't hear me. Move." I said, grabing his shirt and pulling him out of my spot. "This is my spot."
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As soon as I walked into class and set my backpack on my chair, only then did I open then box. And sitting in the box, was a small black, sliver and red dragon.
"Cool."
It cocked its head at me before jumping onto my shoulder. This is going to be fun!
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2 1/2 Years' Later
I'm currently leaning back in my chair, talking to my friend. I hated this class, I don't actually don't hate the subject, it's the teacher I hate.
"Feet off the desk, turn around, and do your work." I turn my head to look at my teacher, I put my feet down, and slam my chair on the ground. A quiet squak comes from under my seat.
Mrs. Griffiths looks under my seat, only to be smacked in the face by Chaos. She lets out a scream which get the whole rooms attention. "What is that doing in my class room? What is it doing in the school?" "Chaos doesn't like to leave me, or me to leave her. So she follows me to school."
That's how my life went, Chaos and I side bt side.
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