Where I'm from By: Mackenna

Where I'm from
I am from pull my finger
And Disgusting farts.
A crying baby with
A waterfall of tears poring down her face.
I am from a barking dog and
Claws scratching down the door to be let in
Cars rushing down the road and horns honking.
My tongue going across
freezing cold chocolate ice cream.
I am from my bike tires rolling extremely fast
As I make a sharp screeching turn.
Mom yelling at me
To clean my room,
I don't do it until the next week
I am from Taylor and Emma yelling at me to go away.
My sisters cell phones vibrating over and over.
The stench of nail polish
As we paint our nails
The sand going through my toes
When we went on our family trip to Cuba
The spraying of hair spray being soaked on.
I am from The nice smell body spray being sprayed all over
The sound of music being turned up on the speakers
The taste of a nice home made dinner
Where I'm from

By: Mackenna McNally