Friday, April 24, 2009

CH My Bad Day

When I went to school I was tired because I stayed up late.
We had to do a lot of work because the teacher gave it to us.
When we went outside we played football because it is fun.
I wasn't happy because I never got the ball.
They wouldn't give me the ball because I was never on a real team.
But I am better than them. Some of them.
That was my bad day.

P.S. You don't want a bad day.

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