it all started 12 years ago when i was 12 years old. i had been homeschooled and i decided i was bored of that so i convinced mom to let me go to my local intermediate school. she gladly said yes and got all my stuff ready asap. while walking to school one day i saw the cutest little mouse. i picked him up and ran back home to tell my mom i had thrown up while walking to school. it was a lie. the mouse was a boy so i named him mickey. i then secretly walked to my petstore while mom was away at work. i bought all the supplies with my tooth fairy money i had been saving up since i was 5. so time came and i showed mickey to my mom and she loved him: i loved him too and now we are happily married and we have 2 mice children anba and rider. i couldnt be happier.
well, today i saw the exact replica of my childhood crush that i drew when i was 7. his body is very long and square. he has stick arms and legs, and his head is very uneven. he had really spikey hair that looks really crazy. he has no pupils and no ears and nose or fingers or toes. he looks a lot worse now than he did when i was 7, but what you see is what you get
