pizzeria

On November 4, 2017
a story by [mareah]

I’m going to tell you a time when using my imagination got me in trouble. One night when I was four yeears old my mom told me and my sister to clean our room. So me being little, I was procrastinating and playing pizzeria with my hardcover books and the funny thing about it was I was doing it on the top bunk of our bunk beds because there wasn’t a bed on it. So I was dumping from my sisters bed to the dresser drawers and she started laughing and I looked at her and said, “Why you laughing girl, this pizza good?” then I turned around and I looked and saw my mom and I jumped and gasped and fell on the bed and got in trouble.

 

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