I wAke up to my parents at the foot of my bed, holding a tub of icecream with a lit candle stuck in the middle. "Happy birthday Jess!" they sing loudly. " being that I just woke up, and I get icecream for breakfast.... Or lunch... Whichever time it is now. I happily thank them and glance at my clock. 11:59am. Well, I at least woke up before noon. As I still lie in bed, they hand me gifts. My little brother gave me a pillow. Small, and trAvel sized. My two older brothers went in together on a new Nikon camera. One I have been dying to get for almost a week now. I have been working my butt off trying to find the right brand and style I wanted, none the less the money. I only get $5 a day at the old diner since no one goes there anymore. I have been trying to help Mr. Dixon on getting more people there for profit and whatnot. But I do most of the work. For $5 a day, it sucks. I need a new job.
Then, my parents gave me a big box, struggling to push it through my bedroom door. "Oooh! What's this? My new transport?" I joked, clapping my hands together softly. Ever since I woke up this morning at 11:59, the day has been swell so far.
"I am afraid not, Sweety." dad says, finally pushing it through the door with a rough shove. "Come on and open it!" I hop from my bed and go over to the box. I wonder what this could be? I am now a 17 year old who has the heart of a 2 year old. If it's a giant teddy bear or a mini battery powered toy vehicle, I will cry for joy. Being a kid again would be totally worth it. Then again, if it was a whole library collection of books, I would be swimming in the words they possess. Or movies. I would be up at midnight for decades!
I open the box....
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Stay In London-a Christmas Story
Aktuelle LiteraturJess, whom is an American girl, goes to london for her december 20th birthday with her best friends Lori and Skylar,then has the time of her life, and wishes she could stay. but with school within the next few weeks after new years, she is needed to...
