13 November, what a glorious day for me!
I wore my best gown, and declared my independence from the Mosman city to become a country of my own! I was sick of eleven years of arguing about my existence, I'm obviously here and I have needs, so I finally just gave up, and said "You know what, I'm gonna be a country!" and I'm glad I did.
Once the mayor rang out those last words, "I now declare The Principality of Wy an independent nation," it was official. I could do whatever I want, whenever I want with no interference with my big brother Australia.
After the ceremony, when I went home to my big, spacious house that I had all to myself, took off my gown, put on my cuddliest pajamas, and crawled into bed for the night, spending my slumber dreaming of what I could do with my newfound power. It became like counting sheep, the possibilities could go on for as long as you wanted to, but this list lasted until I fell asleep.
In the morning, I was awoken quite early by the ring of the doorbell. Not even bothering to brush my hair or change clothes, I went to the door. Probably one of those stupid salespeople again, I thought. And the day after my independence is declared? How rude can you get!
Well, I considered, perhaps they have some sort of a new country welcoming committee that I never knew about. Then I realized that I'd be opening the door to them in pink puppy pajamas and a mad case of bedhead that made me look a bit like Medusa. Meh, oh well.
I opened the heavy wooden door to a small surprise. And by small surprise, I really mean small. Standing outside my door is a boy a bit shorter than me but probably about my age with huge blue eyes, blonde hair, and a sailor outfit. So basically, he's either selling boats or fishing crap.
"Well, they've got some new tactics now," I mumbled to myself in observation "Send a cute little boy to the door and he could sell anything"
I began to shake my head no before the boy got to speak and said "No, mate, just no." and shut the door slowly.
Apparently this boy woke up rude this morning, 'cause he decided to stick his foot in my door.
"Look, kid," I began "I don't know what you're selling, but this is a country of its own and federal law states NO SALESPEOPLE ALLOWED!" I shouted as I slammed the door. I, of course, made this law up on the spot since the only law possibilities were in my dreams last night and I haven't really had time to make them a reality.
Okay, come on now.
His foot is STILL jammed in my door and that HAD to have hurt, is he wearing steel-toes shoes or something? So I finally give up and reluctantly ask him what he wants.
He smiles as he says "I'm Sealand, and I came to make friends with you!"
You're kidding.
Sealand? This boy isn't even a country, what's he wanna make friends with me for? Probably to take me down and pull him up to higher ranks with the other countries. If he thinks I'm gonna let him get away with that, he's got a whole 'nother thing coming
I tilt my head and glare "But I'm totally different from you." His smile fades as I say "I've been recognized."