Tayla
Parallel Structure
I am smart. One time I wrote a math quiz and failed. So I took the re-quiz and passed. One hundred percent. Some say I’m kind of like Hannah Montana but
not at the same time. I can’t sing but I’m
blonde. Without the blonde wig. Old ladies call me mature. Mom calls me responsible. My boyfriend calls me a pain in the ass. But we don’t have a donkey. I am a rebel.
I don’t log off my Facebook, I watch 18A movies and I’m only 16. Some say I’m kind of like Rebecca Black but
not at the same time. I can sing better
than her and we’re probably both blonde.
I tend to not look the Wal-Mart greeters in the eye. They dress scary and it’s not even Halloween. I am smart.
Halloween is on October 31st.
My hair isn’t that big, probably because
it’s not full of secrets. I’m a
trustworthy person. They gave me the
wrong report card one year, so I looked and never told anyone that Megan Blair
failed socials. Regina George is my best
friend. On Wednesday we wear pink. Last Friday I told her I was a hairdresser,
gave her a recognizable bowl cut that’s for sure. I told my Mom I want to be a sue chef, made
her death by chocolate and she’s still breathing folks. Saturday I went to the dollar twenty five
store and got in a fight with the cashier.
Always stand up for what you believe in.
I believe it should be a dollar store.
Smart?
Am I smart? You tell me. Because I’m telling you that when I was in preschool
my teacher came over and asked me for help.
I was in charge of show and tell.
One time I tried writing a college application turns out we were never
sending it to a college.
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