Wait. She has that stupid camera. Again. Why does she always have to take my picture. Enough is enough already. When did she become the paparazzi?
Maybe if I pretend I don’t see her she will go away.
Maybe if I pretend I don’t see her she will go away.
Nope. Guess not. Fine, but this is the last one. You want me to say cheese? I highly doubt my first word is going to be cheese, but whatever… I know I know it’s a fake smile.
Put. The. Camera. Away.
Hey. Is she gone? Good. Now if I can just figure out how to break this camera I wouldn’t have to worry about it being shoved in my face all day long.
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