My Hero
I was making a cake for my mommy’s birthday one day
And then the phone rang
It was my best friend that I haven’t heard from since the beginning of May
We talked on the phone for hours
But then she had to get because it was getting late
So we said our goodbyes
When I hung up the phone the clock said a quarter past eight
And all of a sudden something stunk real bad
Then I remembered that I was making a cake
And then all I saw was smoke
It was giving me a head ache
I got real dizzy
So I sat down
Next thing I know I’m in a guys arms
And everything is burnt and brown
This is horrible
He took me out of the burning house
And I saw a big bright flashing truck
I wonder what happened to my pet mouse
All of a sudden I’m in the big bright flashing truck going down the road
That day is my life story that I tell to the kids I teach at school
There favorite part is how we got married soon after that
That was a stupid thing I did I’m such a fool
Oh well that was in my past
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Creativity, is extremely important in a young artist. This creative way of telling this story is a very good sign. We'll see if it shows itself again. GW62