My name jsed to be Louise but itunot anymore. I had a t-shirt made that says across the front NO LONGER LOUISE. I changed my name because Louise rhymes with cheese and fleas and sneeze. So now I'm Thumbelina. I know. I know. It's over the top. It's unrealistic. It's childish and stupid. Nobody has that name. But the thing is, I'm little. I'm only four feet seven and I'm in seventh grade. This means i have a seventh-grade soul that stuck in fourth-grade body. This is major annoying. I'm planning on growing taller soon.
I came up with the idea of Thumbelina when i was walking along the river with my friend Henderson. He was looking at the sky. Henderson always look at the sky when he's thinking and he's always thinking. He was saying, "actually everybody has a story, a fairy tale in their heart that they adhere to. That's why Hans Christian Andersen is so awesome."
"Adhere to?" I said. This is the way how this kis talks, seriously. Then i started looking up at the sky with Henderson. He's very tall and I'm very small, and people started honking at us because it looked like we might wander into the half-frozen river by mistake. But while i was cloud watching with Henderson, it came to me. I "adhere to" the story of Thumbelina.
That was around the time in my life that things started shifting, like slabs of ice on a river. It all began with a very very sniwy winter and a pizza i ordered after my grandma had a yard sale. I think of that pizza now as comic wheel spinning through the universe, changing everything.My name jsed to be Louise but itunot anymore. I had a t-shirt made that says across the front NO LONGER LOUISE. I changed my name because Louise rhymes with cheese and fleas and sneeze. So now I'm Thumbelina. I know. I know. It's over the top. It's unrealistic. It's childish and stupid. Nobody has that name. But the thing is, I'm little. I'm only four feet seven and I'm in seventh grade. This means i have a seventh-grade soul that stuck in fourth-grade body. This is major annoying. I'm planning on growing taller soon.
I came up with the idea of Thumbelina when i was walking along the river with my friend Henderson. He was looking at the sky. Henderson always look at the sky when he's thinking and he's always thinking. He was saying, "actually everybody has a story, a fairy tale in their heart that they adhere to. That's why Hans Christian Andersen is so awesome."
"Adhere to?" I said. This is the way how this kis talks, seriously. Then i started looking up at the sky with Henderson. He's very tall and I'm very small, and people started honking at us because it looked like we might wander into the half-frozen river by mistake. But while i was cloud watching with Henderson, it came to me. I "adhere to" the story of Thumbelina.
That was around the time in my life that things started shifting, like slabs of ice on a river. It all began with a very very sniwy winter and a pizza i ordered after my grandma had a yard sale. I think of that pizza now as comic wheel spinning through the universe, changing everything.
