Well, in my dream, I had a younger sister,or brother. Well, these people weren't my parents, but they made me do a lot of stuff, and it HAD to be perfect. Like driving, and parking the car perfectly straight. I was pretty good at it all, but in the end, I was saying goodbye to the guy. I had spaghetti sauce on a spoon I was holding,because I was making it. Well, I moved the spoon, and got some on my white shirt. He didn't notice, but I was standing there knowing he would when he got home. It was like I was waiting for a beating because I wasn't perfect....Help?
-Heather AKA Gothic Angel
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