My alarm clock rings in my ears as I walk downstairs. I can smell candles burning. I walk into the kitchen and Zack , Mom and Dad sing at me happy birthday and I sit down and share my cake out. My Mom then is carrying a huge large packet with a smaller packet taped to it. I open the smaller one first and find an IPhone box in my hand. I open another. My own very Apple laptop.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Friendship/Fantasy - Words: 5 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 2/4/2014 - id: 10082016
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