Who the fuzz-balls is Mecca?!
Okay so here I am.
I am here to explain, literally, who the fuzz-balls is Mecca.
Now.
It's a long story.
So hold on to your seats(:
Living next door to me, is this family who adopts foster kids who have been left by their parents because of wrong doings.
One of them is Mecca.
She is a year younger than me.
I'm not quite sure exactly how she got there or why her past owners rejected her.
But she seems pretty cool about it.
Recently, her foster "sister", Ashley, has been sent to Ram (that's the bad place where bad kids go; two other foster kids went there too).
Why you ask?
She was:
1) caught with drugs
2) caught in the boys bathroom with two other boys, attempting to have sex. (gross.)
Now, Mecca is the one who's probably stayed at the foster house the longest.
Selena didn't even compare. (<< she got sent to Ram because she was caught having sex in the bathroom. SERIOUSLY?! She's in the 6th grade!!)
And Sam didn't even come CLOSE (<< she was caught with drugs, then finally left her mark in the neighborhood by having a fight with a girl that teased Selena)
Confused yet?
Hah. It's not even over.
[Maybe I should make a part 2...]
Okay, so Mecca recently started coming to my school, because she graduated her last year school
(keeping age in mind and the crazy insane-o pedos out there who may steal my food)
And also recently, a foreign exchange student from Germany came here too.
Let's call her Lily.(:
Now, ever since Lily came to America, Mecca's been pretty annoying.
Every time me and Lily try to talk, Mecca always needs to say:
"Scoot, scoot. Excuse me. I'm supposed to be in the middle! Thank you!"
She's been doing this for about... well, since the first day of school exactly.
Weird.
and so finally, me being fed up, I told her that she needs "actual documentation of ACTUAL permission" for her to [annoyingly] squoosh between me and Lily.
Like. it HAS to be printed in the Constitution or something.
next day...
Mecca: Scoot scoot.
Me: Nuh uh! Show me the papers.
Mecca: My papers are at home! It's on top of my bed!
Lily: He he(:
Me: Noooo. You have no right to do this until you have FILED. AUTHORIZATION.
Mecca: Nuh uhh!! I don't have to!
Me: no. That was the deal. It's fair.
Mecca: No it isn't!! D:
see?
I am here to explain, literally, who the fuzz-balls is Mecca.
Now.
It's a long story.
So hold on to your seats(:
Living next door to me, is this family who adopts foster kids who have been left by their parents because of wrong doings.
One of them is Mecca.
She is a year younger than me.
I'm not quite sure exactly how she got there or why her past owners rejected her.
But she seems pretty cool about it.
Recently, her foster "sister", Ashley, has been sent to Ram (that's the bad place where bad kids go; two other foster kids went there too).
Why you ask?
She was:
1) caught with drugs
2) caught in the boys bathroom with two other boys, attempting to have sex. (gross.)
Now, Mecca is the one who's probably stayed at the foster house the longest.
Selena didn't even compare. (<< she got sent to Ram because she was caught having sex in the bathroom. SERIOUSLY?! She's in the 6th grade!!)
And Sam didn't even come CLOSE (<< she was caught with drugs, then finally left her mark in the neighborhood by having a fight with a girl that teased Selena)
Confused yet?
Hah. It's not even over.
[Maybe I should make a part 2...]
Okay, so Mecca recently started coming to my school, because she graduated her last year school
(keeping age in mind and the crazy insane-o pedos out there who may steal my food)
And also recently, a foreign exchange student from Germany came here too.
Let's call her Lily.(:
Now, ever since Lily came to America, Mecca's been pretty annoying.
Every time me and Lily try to talk, Mecca always needs to say:
"Scoot, scoot. Excuse me. I'm supposed to be in the middle! Thank you!"
She's been doing this for about... well, since the first day of school exactly.
Weird.
and so finally, me being fed up, I told her that she needs "actual documentation of ACTUAL permission" for her to [annoyingly] squoosh between me and Lily.
Like. it HAS to be printed in the Constitution or something.
next day...
Mecca: Scoot scoot.
Me: Nuh uh! Show me the papers.
Mecca: My papers are at home! It's on top of my bed!
Lily: He he(:
Me: Noooo. You have no right to do this until you have FILED. AUTHORIZATION.
Mecca: Nuh uhh!! I don't have to!
Me: no. That was the deal. It's fair.
Mecca: No it isn't!! D:
see?