I was riding my VEHICLE home from school. A normal AGE-year-old thing to do. I walked inside my ADJECTIVE-looking
house, only to be ambushed by my younger sister, . She threw a NOUN at me, and then PAST TENSE VERB away. Just then, my dad yelled out, “What do you want for dinner? Are PLURAL NOUN okay?” I gave my answer and grudgingly PAST TENSE VERB to my room. On my way there, I passed BOY'S NAME, who was coming out of the training room. He’d just finished practicing for WEIRD OR UNCOMMON HOBBY. I put away my school supplies when I find a baby in my back pack! “Pinklet,” I groan. She squealed and grabbed my NOUN. I don’t know how or when she got there, and I really don’t care. That’s when I finally realized, my family is a bit VERB.
