The Summer To Be Remembered (Chapter 1)

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What do you see in the clouds? Some people see a fish, a bird, a smile, or ice cream. Others see deeper things like war and love. Then there's me: I of course see a cloud. You heard me. I have absolutely no creativity. It can be a blessing and a curse. It comes in handy when my friends are having a conversation and someone says something and they all go "Ewwww!" but it's a curse when it's summer and I'm bored so I decide to look at the clouds and I can't see anything. I always have wondered what it was like to see things that others can't see... I wonder what it's like to see something so simple like a bunny in a cloud.

Enough of this, I need to do something this summer. Last summer I just lazed around and watched the same reruns of 90's cartoons over and over again, and let me tell you, that got boring really fast. What would a creative person do.. Maybe I could visit an art museum. I went inside and got myself ready. I can't go out in public looking like a slob. I brushed my plain, straight, long, brown hair and flipped it all to one side. Then I put on some eyeliner and mascara and brushed my teeth. After I put on a navy blue skirt and a white shirt, I went online to buy some tickets. The tickets were $20, but I could use some of my babysitting money for that.

"Mommm..." I yelled. I heard a "Hm?" in response. "I'm going to do something productive for once okay... If I'm not back in a few hours call the police I guess." After closing the front door, I climbed into my boring, gray, and run-down car and began to drive to the museum.

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