Once upon another time
Kendra sat on her bunk cross legged, picking absentmindedly at her quilt. The cabin was mostly empty, except for a few other siblings who were minding their own business. It amazed Kendra on how many siblings she had. She barely knew any of them. She never really took the time to meet them, she was so busy doing other things and spending time with other people. The most notable being Franklin Sheerhan. The two of them were best friends, ever since Kendra got to camp.
“I think if you really want a monkey, you should get one.” She was saying, “but don’t expect me to help you when its gone bananas.” Oh Kendra, you are so not funny. Yet she still laughed lightly at her own joke. “No, but really, if you’re willing to take care of it properly, go for it... as long as it’s legal, then I would advise you not to get one. If you do get a monkey, you should teach it a bunch of tricks.”
before I knew which life was mine
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