I, Teko the great, have recieved... An elf from Santa! I named him Rowser. Skye ran to our house, her dad holding a girl elf. "Jankers! Your elf is a boy?" Skye squealed. "Yes. And he is Rowser." I pointed to Rowser, smiling. I was eight at the time, Skye was four, but loved hardcore snowball fights. I scratched my head, wondering if my older brother would touch our elf. Rowser can't lose his magic! But Aaron, my brother, loved observing him, but not too close. Skye's dad put her elf by Rowser. "So, who is she?" I asked her dad. "Her name is Misty." He replied with a curt nod. I was happy to see such formidable elves. I went to sleep to see what they would do tomorrow. Skye was sleeping over. I sleeper fast after a few minutes on my gameboy at Lavender Town on Pokémon. That place freaked me out, but I faced my fears, nothing was going to stop me. Not even the scariest thing in the galaxy!
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The Elf on the shelf: The true story
Non-FictionSo I'm making two of these. This one is based off of a true story of me and my besties. I will make one that isn't based off of a true story. Enjoy!
