100 WORD CHALLENGE # 7 WHY DO BIG SISTERS SPEAK TO THEMSELVES IN POETIC VOICES?!?!
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.