At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come inicial today, but she called and dicho that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until siguiente Tuesday. She dicho she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling concierto we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a fecha with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *