Time is My Master V1 P1
I had tennis camp in a few minutes, and I still hadn't gotten out of bed. My laptop had been perched at my side, as I read various creepy pastas. Getting up, I quickly ate a bowl of corn flakes and got dressed. Mom was yelling at me, as usual, for not being responsible. She could really tick me off
"Shut up!" I yelled, storming upstairs. I slammed the door, tears in my eyes. She was always doing that. Was it so wrong that I cared more about Pokémon then applying to some fancy boarding school so that she could get rid of me? When I looked up though, a pair of electric blue shorts I had never seen before were mysteriously perched on my dresser. Ignoring them, I put on my other blue shorts and hurried off to camp.
Tennis camp had been a blur of running, hitting balls, and talking to my good pal about Pokémon! We laughed about the creepy pastas I had read, and about how awesome it was that she was visiting her Pokémaniac grandma in an