Sixth year

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Sixth year of my life

"Hey!" Shawn yelled at me from his room to mine.

"What is up?" I yelled back to him. This was how it normally went, when we wanted to tell eachother something quickly.

"Do you want to try having a wedding?"

"Yes sure. I will be over in two!" Quickly I ran down the stairs, grabbed a jacket and crossed the road to get to Shawn's house.

"Hello," I said to Shawn's parents before I ran up to his room.

"Well, hello!" He walked out of his closet as I came in. "I was just trying to find my suit but I do not know where it is." He sighted and shout the door to the closet.

"Whatever. Is it not fine the clothes we have on?" I stroked my new dress I just got yesterday.

"I guess it is," he sighted. "I will be the priest!"

"No! I want to be the priest!" I moaned.

"You can not be because I said I wanted to!" He fought back.

"It was not fair! I was not ready!"

"Bad luck!"

"If it is going this way, I don't even want to marry you!"

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