So a couple weekends ago, I left for a major dance competition in Minneapolis. The hotel wouldn't let us have a late check-out, so my dad went to gather all our stuff while we competed. There was one thing left behind. Something I wouldn't tell anyone because I would be labeled a dork. Something I have had for a long time... A stuffed bunny I named Bouncy. I had her since we moved here. It was the first thing I loved. My dad took us to Hallmark, and I saw a row of Webkinz. He promised us he would get us a Webkinz because they were the new thing. I saw a dash of sunlight shine on one particular rabbit doll. I chose it. White fur, pink ears, long whiskers. I brought her EVERYWHERE. She soon turned gray and faded. I had her for nearly 10 years. And now. She is gone. I am crying while writing this because I really didn't want to lose her. I never wanted this to happen. She is the one thing on my Christmas list, but when people ask me I can't tell them. They won't understand. But I recently watched Big Hero 6. The old Baymax was left behind, and Hiro was really sad. The new one was just as satisfying to Hiro. Maybe that will work, but Bouncy is one of a kind. To me she is.
I hope everyone has had a very merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa!!
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Between our Worlds
RandomBasically, I'm that average middleschooler that is new to a school. Yeah. Whaddaya know. Maybe my thoughts and feelings could be recognized by people who actually care about me. Read if you want. WARNING I may, at points, use sarcasm. I am very flue...
