It ruined our friendship. It was a Wed. night, a church drama team party. We were having a white elephant party. When it was my turn to go up I approached the stage were all the presents layed. I picked a big one. I opened it up, and I saw her image on it. She was beautiful. Her beautiful golden locks were perfect, and she had the biggest HIPS ever. I took her out of the box, gave her a hug then set her on her light-up stand. Then my friends turn came. But, instead of picking another present, he chose to steal. He stole her. That son of a bitch stole her! He ruined my Christmas. I tried to get her back but he wouldn’t let me have her. I cursed his name. I left that night, planning his death.

Then he gave the box to me for Christmas. I was overjoyed. I promised not to open it until the big day. On Christmas, I ran to my baby. I ripped away the paper and styrofoam, only to find a note and some dog food someone had given him.

Curse that stovohobo,curse him