
Wow. No words could describe what I thought at that moment.
"This should be better than Jaggle." I told myself.
with updated results."
Hello Mickel.
I'll declare myself crazy before that happens."
"Then declare yourself crazy! Hell, tell the whole damn world!" The little man named Bruce exclaimed.
I don't have to take this from a non-existent, little punk."
"Good morning, love!" Mom said to me as I entered the kitchen for breakfast. "Mom, please," I beg, slightly annoyed. What, love? Is something wrong?" She asks innocently. "Oh, no. Nothing. It's just, ever since we visited Grandma in England, you seem to have taken on a bit of an accent if you haven't noticed."
I was there alone, eating a toasted, jellied bagel, ready to beat the crap out of it. I didn't know why. I just felt like being mad at this particular bagel-or maybe it was the world.
I decided to wear my favorite pair of pink and brown plaid capris, a brown, pink-polka-dotted shirt, my most comfortable pair of flip-flops, a brown head band with pink polka dots, and to top it all off, a seashell necklace that my parents brought back to me from the unknown island of : Zipedi.
Unoriginality and something normal usually isn't my forte'
Gremlin is a newer search engine and their mascot is none other than a cute little gremlin!
"Okee dokee then... And you're supposed to be... No, no! Wait! Let me guess! My genie? My fairy godmother?!" I sarcastically ask.
"Oh, no. Nothing. It's just that ever since we visited Grandma in England, you seem to have taken on a bit of an accent."
Oh, school.
Oh, joy!