Wednesday, 29 April 2020

My little BIG friend

Being big had its advantages, whoever was annoying I could just touch them and then they would get hurt, oh yeah when I want to go somewhere I can take one step then I'm there! Oh where are my manners? My name is James and I'm not normal. I was born with a condition called growingsidus and it causes me to not stop growing. I was bullied for it when I was in school, when I was 5 I was 8 feet, crazy right! People would come up to me and say ´´ How's the weather up there´´ then they would leave laughing. Then came high school. I am now 20 feet. My parents had to put me in a very high roofed high school. It was quite annoying my mum bringing me to a different school and seeing if I could fit. Finally after 8 different schools we found the right height for me but the only thing is I have my own school then the normal school is beside it so I have all my classes in my school so I can fit. Anyway last weekend my mum thought it would be fun if we went to the water park and of course I said Yes and she let me pick someone to come with us, I picked Jeff. Jeff has been my best friend since I was born. Jeff's mum Karen was pregnant at the same time but Jeff was born early so he is 1 month older. But today I have grown another 20 feet. I´m 40 feet now, At the water park we went, I couldn't really hear anyone but it was good the deep pool was shallow and that was a bummer even the water slides look like a barbie playing water slide after my mum was getting us Ice cream I picked up the cars and I was playing with them I even put jeff in one of them and I moved it around and he had a great time. At last it was time to go and we had to say goodbye to Jeff but of course we cant do it straight away because my mum is just talking to Karen so we just played out side by we I mean him I played with his dog called peanut butter he looked like a little ant it was cute but I could hardly see the dog. FInally we managed to get home. It was 8 at night. I went straight to bed. I think being big is hard work. I think it was worse than that because when I woke up I couldn't get out of bed and we had to get 25 helicopters to get me out of bed. I have no idea how they got in the house but they did and that was really confusing. I managed to get up but I had to go to the hospital and It was bad news…..
To Be Continued...
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  1. Hi Amelie. I love the way you have made your title catchy. Unfortunately I can't see you story because it has pasted off the page. When you cut and paste from a doc you need to paste using shift ctrl v instead of ctrl v. Try editing it by cutting and pasting from the post. I love the pic you made, maybe attach it to your text here.

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    1. Hi Mr Gray, Thanks for commenting on my blog. I actually did that command thing and now its way better thank you. Its took awhile to make my picture but I did it and im very proud of it

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