I found this old one. I wrote this piece ten years ago. There should be something new for next week!
Bratz
Recently, my mom,
my little sisters, Anna and Rebecca, and I went to the post office because we
had to deliver a package. At the post office, there is a very friendly mailman
who has worked there since I was a baby. He is always very friendly to us
whenever we go to the post office. While the mailman helped my mom, he made
small talk and asked what grade me and my sisters were in. As we were leaving
the post office, the mailman said, “Bye, brats.”
After my mom,
sisters and I had walked out of the post office and were in the parking lot Rebecca
asked, “Why did he call us Bratz?” My
mom said, “That was probably the first name he could come up with.” And then Anna
added, “Yeah, we have never even played with Bratz.”
My sisters and I have
never played with the Bratz dolls. We’ve always preferred the wholesome and yet
recently slightly immodest Barbie dolls.
age 13
