Elizabeth Bloser was not happy.
All of her magnets were not lining up because she was playing with her friends and she had to be the drill sergeant magnet.
It was not fun because that was her last day and everybody seemed so happy that she was leaving to Mexico the next day. Mom told me that we are not staying so long after all, but that did not make Elizabeth feel happier.
“So, honey, how do you like my new scoosher we are going to put in the museum?”
“I don’t want to answer,” I said to myself.
“Honey, I know you don’t want to appreciate your uncle’s hard work for helping, but you have to know that it is worth more than that.” And took a bit of her purple hot dog.
“Mom, I am trying to eat, so please stop talking,” Elizabeth said to her mom.
“Ok, honey, I hope you feel better soon,” said Mom.
Elizabeth ran out of the car to see what it would look like in Mexico.
It was kind of like our house, but a little less busy. If I lived there where I was before, it would be so busy. But I still love the place only because it was not at all how I really thought.
It was like my place at home, except for the part when I had a department. So I guess I really do like it.
I kind of liked it too much.
That comment must be non-fiction. "Mom, please stop talking, I'm trying to eat."
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