I Don't Like Changes Anymore
I layed down on the black couch and flexed my mucles upset about the following news. How could my dad do this to me. On my birthday. This wasn't supposed to happen on birthdays.
Birthdays were fun moments, where you could enjoy yourself and got whatever you wanted.
Suddenly, I got a great idea. Instead of sulking here all alone. I would easily just tell my dad it was my birthday and I got whatever I wanted on my birthday.
Nice try, but it wasn't going to work.
As soon as I got down the stairs and pulled dad aside he knew something was up. He wouldn't even listen as soon as I said "Well, it's my birthday and so-". He just cut me off and told me that life was full of changes and this was one of them.
Well, I didn't like changes anymore.
Changes are now one of the worst things that can happen to a person. And I bet it's just gonna get worse. Were gonna move, and then I'm gonna get a brother, and a sister and twice more than that. UGH!
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