Ok, In celebration of 100 followers I'm going to start doing storytimes! SO FOR TODAY This happened on 11/14/17 I went to the doctor because I've been sick. I did all the stuff, and we finish up. The doctor says, "Well, we have some medicine for you to take, and by the way, It's time for your 12-year shots," I go into terror attack mode. I. HATE. SHOTS. I hate them. I mean, what's not to hate? So I'm freaking out, pulling my arms into my shirt, zipping my coat, and I pick up my pencil. I had brought in my sketchbook, which meant I had a pencil. They begin to unzip the coat. I'm screaming and crying, like a two-year old. They finally tell me that I have to take my arms out of my shirt. I still had my pencil in my hand. I slowly take my arms out and I THROW THIS PENCIL AT THE DOCTOR. They decided they were done with me and made me leave. I was so happy I skipped out if there. I was lectured all the way home, and I'm grounded, but hey! Who cares! ANYWAY..... That's it for today! BAIIII
So, I hope y'all like this! I thought it was a GREAT idea, and tell me if you want more! Love ya! :) Stormie
