Important Things that I feel Matter Hi guys it's me Lucia on my blog my life is sweet and corny, I'm sorry to talk about such deep things but I feel like this needs to be heard. First of all I don't mean to be political or anything because ya know, I don't want to annoy anyone. But the truth is the US has a modern day hitler as president. Now I'm sure Trump has done a ton of great things that I haven't heard about but, I'm judging about what I've been hearing on the news. A LOT about the wall he is going to build, I think this is a terrible idea. Now that everyone is hearing that he is going to build a wall everyone wants to come to the USA. Were like the Camelot in the book Arthur and the knights and the round table, or Sword from the stone or something like that. What I mean is that were are like that future, we have a lot of good leaders that will do us a lot of good, and some leaders that will do us a lot of bad. That is why all the refugee...
Lucia hated to wake up early but there was a big banging at her window she snuggled into her slippers and hurried to the window she wanted to scream! It was a 7 in the morning on a weekend!!!! 😠 She watch as everyone woke up around her house they all watched this weird construction guy banging at something suddenly… #hisbigredladderfelldown!!!!! And… #hefellontosomewetpavement!!! Ouch!!! Then… coins spilled out of his pocket #moneyloss!!! He stood up bruised, covered in cement and watched his coins and money not to mention his wallet which contains drivers license sinking down, down, down, CRUDDY LUCK!!!
It all started when I woke up, on 7 in the morning, ON A WEEKEND!!! To the lovely smell of something that smelled of rotting flesh. Turns out it was my sister BURNING breakfast! Clouds of smoke were billowing up to the ceiling! Which just goes to show how much of a terrible chef my sister is. “I’ll bet your jealous,” she smirked, “Because I just used up the last of the toaster pastries”!!! “But you won't have any frosting to use”! I yelled back snatching up a packet of frosting and squeezing into my mouth. “I was soooo cross that I blah blah blaaaa.” Sigh. Poetry Phases.
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