My brother and sister are crowding around me and smothering me. They are even sitting on the same chair as me. They are that annoying.
The next day when Morgan went to Holler Elementary the first thing she saw was all the kids crowded around her- have of them asking about her little brother; a fourth of them asking about her; and a fourth of them asking her about Queen Elizabeth. It was just too much. After a few more days Morgan grew bored. The kids adored her; she didn’t have time for her best friend, Rachel Fringe.
Source: The Morgan Mousse Story
Morgan Mousse kicked a pebble across the pavement and groaned. Five minutes ago she would of been the most popular girl- and the Jacob had to come and ruin it all. Jacob Mousse was her little brother. Well, I guess I’d better start at the beginning. Morgan had been doing her report on her mother, who was a descendant of Queen Elizabeth, in her second grade class when Jacob had rushed in, saying: “Morgan! Lizzy is peeing again and she needs your help!” Morgan was mortified. Lizzy was their younger sister, and being in pre-school, she seemed to pee a lot. Actually, when Jacob said that nobody listened, they were to busy saying how adorable he looked. So aside from being a descendant of Queen Elizabeth and having an adorable brother, she was pretty popular.
Nervous Nervous Nervous! Okay, literally I’m not. Anyway, I’ll tell you a little about myself, but I won’t tell you anything about my family or anything. I’ll just tell you one thing about how I look. I have brownish/ blondish hair. And glasses. (Okay, that was two things.) I love pizza and I have a younger brother and a younger sister. I won’t tell you their names. If I have to tell you a story about something I will make up names, so don’t think they are their names. Also I will make up names for my siblings. See you next time!