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Softball Dreamer 3

I sat on my bed, looked at the ceiling. What am I being for Halloween? When would I get the costume? How Would I afford it? Dad. The richest family member. It had to be good. I got up slid down the slide, ran down the stairs, and headed towards my dads room and stopped I heard a noise. It was coming from my room. I ran back upstairs saw Maddie and Zoey wearing my braz, and reading my diary out loud. I screamed and threw them out of my room.
I went downstairs to get a shake. Maybe it would cool me down. I was mad. Maddie and Zoey never do that.
I finish my shake and went back upstairs. I ran in my room went to shu my door. It was gone. Oh My GOd. My mom came out of my walk-in closet.
“Mom. What are you doing?”
“Cleaning.”
“Wheres my door.”
“I took it because you didnt deserve it.”
“WHAT!
“Yes. Now read like a good girl.”
“No. I need peace but Maddies next door with Zoe listinging to HAMMAH MONTANA . I HATE HANNAH MONTANA .” I turned around and climbed up to my bed.
“Go away.” And she did.

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