The bream at first
OK, hi my name is Emma so yes this is about my life and we’ll start out when I was poor. When I was four I grew up in private family. Nothing was wrong. Nothing happened. Everything is perfect. We didn’t have any problems. I have this best friend Claire me and her met when I started cheer. I’ve done cheer my whole life so here what’s going to my four-year-old perspective when me and her first met it was like sunshine and sweetness, and great posture. Now again the first day of cheer me and her became great friends. I was the flyer. She was the other fire me and her were both a fire me and her are both very short and we weigh less. Christmas came around. We got each other both something but I really don’t like Christmas. I don’t like getting gifts at all. It’s kind of a weird thing that started, but I don’t really like it and it’s really not my thing. I’m mostly pay attention in school I write and help helps with chores. I’m like the perfect kid but sometimes that goes wrong at one of our play dates we were watching Cinderella, which I loved Cinderella she didn’t really care for it so she turned it to But everything turned she got mad that I put Cinderella back on and she left to sleepover. It was my birthday that day so I was really sad and I went to my room and I cried. I didn’t do much but cry my whole family came and got me back into happy mood and we went out for dinner the next day she got mad at me and yelled at me, which really wasn’t good for my health, but I didn’t know that when I was younger so I didn’t care and the day went on our next play date didn’t get the same. I let her do whatever she wanted next day she yelled at me.
