Super Smash Bunnies

Today is the day I decided to make a video game. I have been thinking about doing this for a while now. I mean I'm a natural gamer! So my friend Liz and I are going to spend some time at the coffee shop thinking of ideas for our soon to be game" Super Smash Bunnies".

We arrived at the coffee shop, ordered a few cups of coffee, and some small snacks. After waiting in line for a few minutes, I tell her my ideas and hand her a Piece of paper with the pictures of the game. "Don’t you think that Super Smash Bunnies is a good name for a video game?!" I say. She looks at me with one eyebrow raised and a confused look on her face. "Bunnies? Seriously? That’s insane." Staring into my drink avoiding eye contact "How is that insane? This could be for all the girls who like the game Mario but not the idea of running around as a obese plumber." Looking intently at the cover of the game she sits for a few moments silent. "You may be right… that’s a pretty good idea." I smile and say "I know that’s why I made it."

Number 5

I don’t understand. When were little we were the best of friends, always getting into trouble and sneaking around Mr. Letterman’s land. Tommy and I…. But that doesn't matter now. We are both going into high school now. Tommy the hot football all star, with the snobby cheerleader girlfriend, and then theirs me lonely little Kailiey the nerd with the weird friends. It won't be like that for long though because we still have 3 days until the first day of 9th grade. I called my cousin Stephanie to come down and change me from all school to too cool. This year I was going to get Tommy back, No matter what it takes.
Lost in thought I heard the doorbell ring. Running down stairs with excitement I pulled open the door and stood face to face with the prom queen of Jefferson High.

To be continued…..

Hair How i love you

Hair

hair i love you,
hair you’re the best.
i would not trade you for anything
you are my everything.
some people destroy you,
but I never will.
some spend lots of money on you
you run up their bills.
We buy crimpers and cutters,
and curlers and straightners ,
but every time we fix you
you seem to look better.
axe for the guys,
and dove for the girls.
and hairspray for all those falling out curls.
so hair I just wanted you to know,
i love so much
i’d rather have you than the richest of gold.