Author's POV
I was helping my niece put on her shoe when my other niece came. She started dancing and dancing and I asked why. She said "look!" She handed me an eraser and I looked at the face. The eraser had big blue eyes, had a unobrow (if that's how you spell it) a big nose, a weird smile, and at he bottom, squares. I was like, what's this but then I looked at the eraser very closely and that's when I realized it was Banana Muffin! I was shocked! I just looked at the eraser and my niece started dancing and saying stuff about how it made my mom laugh. I looked at her with my angry face and said it was my eraser. She said, then why didn't you say so. My other niece always stands up for me when she thinks her sister is being mean to me and she's 3. She said, why you do that? But really mad. She then looked at the eraser and said, ew. I was still in shock and my niece left and I heard her saying she's the champion or something like that. I but on my other nieces shoe and sat on the couch writing this story. Banana Muffin now looks like a boy, and a gangster. I still love her but she just looks weird. I'm so sorry Flower head and Waffle. But she died. And now a new eraser has joined in replacement of Banana Muffin. His name is, Macaroni Gangster but for shirt, Macaroni. 😢
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In loving memory of Banana Muffin
Short StoryBanana Muffin was a bit awkward, shy, but she was confident. She was in a relationship but it didn't work out so she left. But now I came face to face with her and she changed a lot
