"Leon, come here! There's some people who want to meet you!" My mom had been waiting at the door, waiting for me to come. Because I was playing with my dolls in their (there?) dollhouse, I groaned and yelled to her.
"Ok! I'm coming!" Having said that I put my dolls down, got up, and went to our door.
Once I got to the door, I noticed a large man in the doorway. After looking at him, I noticed two girls behind him, looking really shy. Once I got a good look at them, I looked at my mom with a questioning look.
"Who are these people, mama?" I asked, feeling a bit intamadated.
"Well, the mans name is George, and the two little girls are his daughters." As she was saying that, "Ian" nudged the two girls forward.
"Their names are Kelly," he pointed to the taller one, "And Patty." He pointed at the shorter one. I looked at them and smiled. I smiled because it looked like they were around the same age as me. It was VERY exciting, seeing as how I haden't started kindergarten yet, and only had one or two friends.
Because my mom and Ian had told us to play in my room, we were playing with my dolls and dollhouse.
"Whoa!" They said in perfect unison. "Where did you get this!?"
"I got it for my birthday." I responded, happy to show off my stuff. "Oh, yeah! I have something else to show you!" I said, jumping up to grab something. After grabbing one of my favorite toys/objects, I showed it to them.
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And, so, we will never figure out what toy/object I was going to show them, cause was tOO LAZY TO FINISH THIS STORY
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All of my old writing from 5th grade
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