The box arrived in the mail and I wasn't sure I wanted to open it...
I thought I would wait till my parents got home, even though it was in my name. The box had no return address and it wasn't my birthday. My mind ran wild with curiosity of thoughts about the box both good and bad.
The good thing is the box didn't smell bad or move on its own. I paced back in fourth wondering who could have sent the box?
My grandmother from Montana, my aunt from Toronto, my uncle on the rail road? Who could it be? What could it be! I decided to just not think about it and go outside to go investigate the mails box where I found the package.
As I was walking to the mail box my neighbour Mrs. Lesnar came running over.
She said, " I hope u liked the figure skates my daughter katy gave to you?" I must have looked puzzled, "You did get them?" she said.
"Oh yeah, their great!" I lied.
I ran back home to rip open the box because now i knew that there was no bomb or any kind of explosives. And why there was no return address, Mrs. Lesnar just put the box in our mail box.
The good thing is the box didn't smell bad or move on its own. I paced back in fourth wondering who could have sent the box?
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother from Montana, my aunt from Toronto, my uncle on the rail road? Who could it
YOU SHOULD HAVE A BLANK LINE BETWEEN 'BOX' AND 'MY GRANDMOTHER.