My perfect day begins with me waking in a room in a two story house in a bed with sheets that have pictures of me and my best friend Katy on them, the pillows too. The wall would have pictures of my friends also. The floor would have blue carpet and the door would have a sign reading "please knock." I would wear my shirt which reads, "Dear Journal, I asked for a puppy, not a brother." I would wear plaid shorts. I would skip down the stairs and eat my eggs and bacon which my mom cooked when she heard my alarm at 6 a.m. I would run out the door and wait for the school bus. At school I learned equations, I am a teenager in seventh grade. I also read and wrote some poetry. I read books and then I went to lunch and recess. I would have recess and pick up my back pack and ride the bus home. I would text my mom and let her know I was going to my friends house, then I would run to my friends house. We played chess, and we would talk, alot! Then it was time to head home. I text my mom to let her know I was on my way.
I would shower with strawberry shampoo and body wash. I would put on my monkey pajamas and tuck myself in and fall asleep to Open Season 2. That is one version of my perfect day.
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