by Kloe Adams

Games Creator

Good morning. That is something I would say if I were not writing this article at 7:30 AM. I thought I would start my day in the life as soon as I woke up, but I’m realizing that was a horrible idea because I am in a horrible mood. I think it’s best for the both of us if I get my full nine hours. I’ll be back. 

Son of a motherless goat, why can people in this town not drive a car to save their life? I mean this literally because if they don’t start driving better their life will be in danger, at the eager hands of Kloe. It’s called the right of way for a reason. If I show up to a stop sign first, I GO FIRST. Also, blinkers are not for decoration, so please use them. I would like to say those are my only grievances regarding driving, but that would be a lie. Have you ever heard of a 97-point turn? I hadn’t either until five minutes ago when I witnessed a girl pull forward and backward so many times I almost lulled off into hypnosis. Was her car small? Yes. Was the parking spot bigger than an airplane landing strip? Yes. And now I am late for class; talk soon!

I just lost my Clash Royale game. I swear to the angel on top of my Christmas tree that if I lose one more game, I will cause havoc. I don’t think this game is good for my mental health. I get so invested that I completely lose sight of reality. For example, I swear someone was sitting next to me on a yoga ball when I started my game, but now all that remains to my right is a deformed yoga ball. That’s odd. Now that I’m looking around I think I actually might have caused a disturbance… I don’t think that the yoga ball was always deflated and that kid definitely did not always have a bloody nose. Well, this is not a good look. I’ve got to run! 

Never get a job. I promise you, you will hate it because I would rather aliens abduct me while I’m in the shower and forcefully throw me into a black hole than have to price another Christmas ornament. I tell myself working this job is worth it; I’m saving for college and a car, why wouldn’t it be worth it? To answer your questions, I have glitter in places glitter shouldn’t be. On top of that, the customers talk to me so much you would think I’m their therapist. I do not care that your boss’s daughter’s dog bit you at the Secret Santa exchange. What do you want me to say, right now I feel like biting you, too.  I am a good person, but these customers make me question that (alongside my carnivorous tendencies). Oh no, a new shipment of ornaments just came in. I’ve got to go lock myself in the bathroom. Catch you on the flip side!

This morning I hated the idea of writing a day in the life article but wow, this was therapeutic. Usually when I get home I’m so angry about everything for some reason, but I think writing my thoughts down really cooled me off. I sang in the shower, offered to make dinner, and heck, I think I’m even going to ask my parents if they want to play a board game!

So, that board game idea, not a good idea. I caused another disturbance that involved flying game pieces. I think I’m going to have to stay on the down low for a bit to let this one fizzle out. I was never here.