I sat on my bed. I am only six years old! How could she do this to me? How could my mother ground me for pulling down my pants in the middle of the magice carpet, yesterday, May 7th, 2002, 2:30? How could she? Well, I guess I will just sit here, in my blue bedroom, on my blue bed feeling very blue.
I tried to call Lisa, my very best, best, bestest friend in the whole wide world, but my mom picked up the phone and said that I was caught red handed. I should've been angry, angry as red, but I didn't remember Lisa's phone number anyways.
Another day of school. I tried to be extra, super quiet as white on the magic carpet today, knowing that my teacher would be watching me. Except I had a problem. I had to use the bathroom. Very badly, bad as black.So I waved that hand of mine in the air, since I had to go so bad. But my teacher wasn't happy as orange, in fact she was angry, angry as red.
I took my icky as light green lunchbox to the lunch square. The lunch square is where you eat your lunch. That is because we don't want to get anywhere dirty, and this was a place with no carpet, so we can clean it quicky, quick, quick as yellow. But anyways, when I opened up my lunchbox there lay a brown, squishy sandwitch ready to be chomped down by me! But I wasn't going to let that happen. I was fed up! Fed up as grey!
At the end of the day, when everybody was in a line ready to be dismissed, Perfect, perfect as pink, Angela handed out pink envelopes with pink ribbons tied around them. When she got to me she had a disgusted, disgusted as brown, look on her face, but then she mumbled,"Everyone's invited."
Wow, I was invited! I said, but only in my very own head because if I said it in someones elses very own head it wouldn't be my very own buisness.
I started to open it up, but our teacher said that isn't polite to open the invitations until we get home. After what happened yesterday, my stints (I think that is what they are called) told me that I should be very polite aroud my teacher.