I am and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes. The dreamer of improbable dreams.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Dear 8th Graders

Dear 8th Graders that made my sister cry,

 I hope you feel guilty. I hope you think less of yourself. Saying what you said to my baby sister is completely unacceptable with me. She is one of the best things that ever happened to me and if you dare to even make her cry you will be answering to me. She's beautiful not ugly, and I'm sure she will be a model when she grows up. And when that day comes when she's walking down the Paris runway wearing a dress worth millions, you will watch her on tv while you have a bunch of kids and you are on well fare. You will then realize the wrong you did. But I won't wait for when your thirty and over weight, I'm going to tell you hurt a person who means a lot to me. I won't let you forget it. If you have a problem with my sister or with me, you better watch out because you don't mess with me. Grow up. I hope when you get to highschool someone will finally be smart and knock you out. Because we don't deal with that type of five year old immaturity.

Until Next Time,
Madison
XOXO