Hi. I'm Barley. Today was terrible. first, my mom yelled at me because I spilled the milk while brewing some cereal. You'd think, "Awwwe, it's not that bad" it is. That was the fifth time this week. She yells at me, and I miss my breakfast EVERY SINGLE TIME! WHAT CAN A SEVEN YEAR OLD MAN DO, TO GET A FRIDGE-ING BOWL OF LUCKY CHARMS!
Next I was gladly playing on my Wii. Yes, I played Wii Sports. I know haha, you're jealous. Anyways, I was drinking my Eggnog and it spilled.. ALL OVER MY MINE CRAFT CREEPER SHIRT!! I CRIED. FOR. DAYS.
Lastly, I was skipping down the hall. I saw my dog Lillian pooping on the floor. I pounced, trying to grab her, to take her outside but I missed, and dove right in her flicking, brown, smelly, puddy. I got up raging, then ran to get her. At that she ran and I slipped while barely standing... STUBBING MY TOE ON THE DOOR FRAME. I fell over in defeat, grasping my pinkie toe, holding in my tears. My dog didn't DARE come near me, just stared from a distance. After a bit, I waddled over to my mom's essential oil cabinet. Maybe some deep blue will help. Yeah, anyways I broke my toe and I am currently but slowly dying.
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Deep Blue
HorrorYou'd think a child's life is perfect... but no. Childhood is full of stubbed toes with a dash of poopy diapers. In this story, you will come across some of your most terrifying, hurting, experiences. Read, Imagine, feel
