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Little Miss Picky! By JordanM

In a small town called doesn’t Like City in Pick, Picky land. There is a girl doesn’t like a lot of things. She is very picky about what she does and eats. Her name was Little Miss Picky. She lived in a blue cottage with her family, Mr. Muscle, Mr. Football and little Miss Teach. One morning around eleven o” clock she awoke because she was too picky to wake up earlier then that. She got up and put on her funky robe and headed for the stairs. As she walked down the stairs she smelt the warm taste of the chocolate chips melting inside the pancakes. It came from Mr. Foot ball stuffing his face with brown covered lips.

“Little Miss teach, will you please make me some too,” Little Miss asked. “Sorry but I don’t have any more chocolate chips left.” She replied. “I have a large amount of blueberries though” “Would you like some blueberry pancakes instead” she insisted. Little Miss Picky answered, “No I hate Blueberries. After she went on her day witch was just sitting on the couch watching TV.

That evening Once Mr. Muscle got back from the gym lifting weights. They sat down at the diner table and began to eat. Twenty minutes into the dinner Little Miss teach noticed that Little Miss Picky ate only her fried chicken of the plate and nothing else. “Why aren’t you eating the rest of the food?” he questioned. “ I don’t like the rest of it” she said looking at it as she was gagging. “You better eat you veggies or your not leaving this table,” he said with a temper. He picked up his mash potatoes and threw them at the wall. Once Mr. Muscle’s temper went down Little Miss picky asked, “May I be excused?” “Sure But it’s getting late now, off to bed”. She said in a soft quiet voice.

The next day when Little Miss Picky arrived at school She and her friends Little Miss Dance, Little Miss Kick it, and Little Miss Dress up started to talk about her birthday party and what she wanted. All her friends had there worried faces because Little Miss Picky was so picky that they didn’t know what to get her. They had so many great ideas but She just didn’t like any of them. As she kept blabbering with no one listing to her because they were thinking Little Miss Dance got all red and immediately snapped at Little Miss Picky. “Why do u have to be so picky?” “Can’t you just like anything for once?” she exclaimed.

After school Little Miss Picky walked home looking like a downer because she was looking at the ground. She felt heart because she didn’t like they way Little Miss Dance yelled at her .She also felt ashamed because she doesn’t know if she is going get what she wants because she is picky. Little Miss picky was also happy because she loved being picky because she didn’t have to eat anything super healthy. That night when she went to bed she laid they’re for an hour just wondering if she stays really picky then no one will like her. “Why are you crying?” asked Mr. Football

“Because Little Miss dance yelled at me because she thinks I’m too picky. “Oh I see maybe you should try to not be picky then they won’t be mean to you, he suggested.

It finally came to her birthday party; her whole cottage was cover in balloons and party decorations. All her friends came especially Little Miss Dance. After all the activity’s it was time for the cake. The cake was a blue cookie monster because Little Miss Picky loved funny things like the sesame street characters. After eating the soft creamy cake it was time for presents. “ I am so nervous” she said chewing her nails. “ There is nothing to be nervous about” Mr. Muscle says. In the first bag she opened from Little Miss Kick it was a gift card to Picky meadows mall for twenty dollars. In the second bag she opened she got another picky card. It was from Little Miss Dance. Last but not least in the third bag from Little Miss dress up was a picky tunes card.

The very next day while Little Miss Picky was walking with Little Miss Basketball To Mr. Lacrosse’s house. A little birdie kept listing to her talking bragging about what she liked and didn’t like. The birdie belonged to Mr. Blue. He was a scientist who loved making potions. Half way to his house they walked past his house and saw him outside watering his blue flowers. He invited us inside for a quick drink. He gave us some blueberry punch. Little Miss picky took a big gulp then she felt a little sick.

Days after Little Miss Picky has been attracted to tons and tons of food that she has never tried before she would try to back away as far as she could but couldn’t bare the strength that was pulling her closer. Little Miss Picky had become Little Miss like allot instead of Little Miss Picky. Everyone was very graceful.