10-04-2020, 08:39 PM
When I was in third grade my teacher Ms. Brownsburger had an Easter basket that she drew our names for at the end of the day. I wanted that stupid thing so bad that I kept my fingers crossed all day. She drew my name and I could see by her face that she was lying. I never wished for anything again. I was her favorite because I was quiet and all the other kids were loud mouth dicks.