Friday, 31 July 2015
Two years ago in year 3 my parents decided to "surprise" me. It was after school on a Friday afternoon when they told me I had to have a jab that day. If you knew me you would have known that I hate anything sharp, pointy or even blunt knifes. I literally started crying right there because apparently I said that it would be better if it was a surprise and to be completely honest I didn't really deal with it it was my worst nightmare. But for some reason I actually watched my sister have her's and that made it worse. Which concludes my hate for the Pointy Jabby Thing.
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