غلاف قصة 13 years old بقلم ZuZuFreak
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I had the best birthday ever..


I came home, i was sorta expecting a surprise party until i open the door at my house. My house was a mess, it stinked like cat litter, baby diapers, and trash that hasn't been threwn in weeks.
My mom made me clean and after that i had to do homework. I thought they were gonna bring me a cake.. Or at least one present.. But nothing
I waited a while longer until my mom said we were going to church. She started making fun of me because i was mad. Then once we left they asked me where did i want to go eat since it's my "birthday" i wanted to go to a buffet but my family complained. We went were they wanted to go and totally forgot about me..


Im ok
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