Porcelain Doll

chappie 3:3 FINAL CHAPPIE

      I've been in Delaware three days and i already have a cold. I got new clothes, two jackets. But my dad has been yelling at me every single day. Honestly, I wanna go back to my super BAD habit. But I promised I'd stop.

     "Skylar! Shut up!" Amanda demanded, in her nasily voice. I just rolled my eyes. Then, continued watching Rididulousness.

     *two days later*

          "Skylar, can you make me a sandwich?" Amanda all but demanded.

        "Sure...." I trailed off, then leaving to the kitchen to make the sandwich. I swear Amanda would be dead without me. She can't even spread butter. After I made her the sandwich I brought it to her, then went up stairs to my room and took a nap. But it was more like I went to bed, as I woke up at five in the morning. I sighed and put my iPod nano headphones in. THen packed up all my stuff, and then falling asleep again.

      We left at eight AM. I just chilled thr whole ride, listening to Thirty Seconds To Mars as we drove to my home, putting our stuff in our rooms. Then leaving for the cheesecake factory.

          So here we are now, riding home. As we got into the neighbor hood, I put my head phones in again.

      When we got home I went straight to bed. Save for changing into basket ball shorts and a cami.I realised that I have school tomorrow, and decided to skip.

so hi, I'm Sarah the author. I understand this is short, but I jus wanted to highlight the parts in my life where I feel like a puppet or doll. The way I get ordered around I feel like I'm a doll, or slave. So thats why I wrote this, but both poems are in fact original. I write when I'm sad, or happy, mad, or chill. The porcelain doll poem is one of the best I've wrote, and I just wanted say thanks for the opertunity.

LOVE Sarah

ps Y'all are fulminata. Props to those who know the Latin meaning.