By: Brianna Johnson & Caitlyn Andersen

Every morning I feed my pigs fodder.

I scrupulously pulled the band aid off of my wound.

I began to purge after I ate that three day old meatloaf.

I walked into the class stolidly after my phone was taken up.

I felt desiccated after I ran four miles around the whole school.

After I scathing my bruise it began to bleed again

My plan was to evade from my abusive home

The assimilation between cupcakes and muffins are common.

My goal is to emulate the valedictorians rank in my class.