One day in los Angeles, California I was in my room bouncing tennis ball on the floor.
I was so bored and there was nothing to. My dad got a job in here so we had to move.
My mom picked the house, and nobody lives were I do so I have no friends. I have no toys but my game station broke yesterday.
I have no friends at school neither. My first day was terrible and I made one enemy today his name is Yerk. It sounds like "jerk" because he is one.
Yerk don't like me because he bumped into me at lunch, and he made my spaghetti fall on him. So now he picks with me when I said sorry.
But the worst thing is that my mom won't let me go outside. Because there's a lot of road. So that's most terrible, so this is My boring life.
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Magic Typewriter
Short StoryThis stories about a boy that has a boring life ever since he moved and was he in the attic and saw a typewriter that whatever you type It comes true.
