One morning the future Mr.Blobfish woke up. He stretched his fins as far as they could and yawned. The morning sun rays passing through the window blinded him, he felt the Sun's warmth and felt all fuzzy inside. Blobby knew it was going to be a good day. He was so relieved it was Saturday, he knew that what he learned in school was important but he honestly couldn't care anymore thanks to the stressful week he had. Nothing was as mortifying and harrowing, he had never been so embrassed. He was the only one who couldn't shapeshift in his class. Huh? He said, realising he was just laying there is his bed. He got up from bed slowly and went to his kitchen. As he walked through the halls he noticed how strange they were were made of dark wood and bordered by a beep aqua stone with patches of normal white wall surrounding each door. It looked way fancier than his old house but could you expect now that his dad was the the vice President. He moved in a weeks ago, but he actually didn't feel that bad he was home schooled and was very lonely so it didn't bother him that much. Blobby arrived at the kitchen and was welcomed by his mother, she was holding a plate full of blobfishberry pancakes his favorite. He was kind of mad though, she knew that he wasn't having the best time in school since she was his teacher. "Here my sweet little Blobby." She said in a loving voice, as she handed him the pancakes. He went to the table and ate his pancakes as fast as he could. Every bite felt like a piece of heaven. He didn't feel so bad now, but he was bored. Maybe he'd check on what his father was doing. Blobby walked through the halls until he saw the gargantuan door, 2 lanterns floated beside it menacingly yet welcoming. He opened the door with hope and dread. He cracked the door open just enough see that it had happened again, as tears filled up in his eyes he walked slowly back to his room crying.
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He cried in his pillow thing to himself "Why doesn't my dad ever have time with me, he is always nice but he never has time to play with me, this entire year he only has played with me for a hour and it's April!"He laid there crying until he fell asleep. May be it wouldn't be such a good day.
