Hi. My name is Elenna.
I walk along the flat surface of our driveway. I cough and look at my parents disapprovingly. I always tell them that they should save their money so we can buy a house, or pay our bills. But on my birthday, they always buy me an extremely expensive present. I'm not even old enough to drive and my present this year is a 3-story motorhome. I smile as my cat, Scrooge, (he's a sweetie!) Rubs on my leg. He usually is outside, but he sometimes brings home a grouse or chicken for us, which we usually clean and fry, or cut it up and put in his bowl. My dad says: "Actually, we thought it was time for your own room." "Room? This has 3 stories!! My mom nods. "Yeah, are you gonna complain? There could also be so much stuff inside that you could find!
