My father got a cell phone. There are several reasons why that's unfair but it's his own money so if he doesn't want to spend it on me that's his choice. He's always said cell phones are useless. He didn't have his own until he was over 30. I understand slightly why he didn't get one for me. I mean I lost mine so I don't deserve another one but guess what? He lost his too! I guess he needs one a little more than I do but I woke up this morning and thought to myself: "I feel like complaining today." Complain over. Moving on.
Me and my friend Grace started a prank war with her sister, Betsey. We "nuggeted" her closet. (Turned all of her clothes inside-out.) Then we put a sign on her door telling her that we officially started a prank war and had a bunch of rules under it. We came back from the mall later that day and I had to get my bag so I ran up to Grace's room to get it. It wasn't there. Then I looked around the room. All of her stuff was gone. Including, sheets, and her suitcase, and my bag. I then opened the closet. Look there was my bag. And ALL of Grace's things. Grace and Betsey had a freakout fight and I felt a little bit guilty because I helped with the prank war and I could't really get pranked back. I just left.
Melita has left the building.
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