my morning
I woke up like on a normal school day I had to feed my gold fish john I walked on the creaky floor to go to the my back pack. my parents never come home often so I have to do everything. I got my back pack and went down the ladder we don't have stairs to the door so we put a ladder the house is a worn brown colure and it is falling apart. I walked to school and saw a paper flew by me I picked it up and it said poor boy.
Your ideas seem a bit disconnected, you had a great start to the story, and you drifted off from the prompt.
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