I am a Frog Face which is simply not funny. I started off my day, which was around 10:36 a.m. with every intention of being disagreeable and surly. Then i walked into the kitchen around noon after finishing Skellig and all my hopes of being in such a manner were dashed. My step-mother and father had gottan a wild notion to go to a nearby island and grill hotdogs and read and have a lovely afternoon-evening. It sounded so nice, and my fixed attitude evaporated. I love doing things like this, no matter the company. We were getting ready and packing up food and such when I journeyed into my room to see which books I would take. And I simply could not decide. I had 13 that I was trying to decide between.
They included Bronte, Austen, Steinbeck, Buck, Tanner, Fitzgerald, Hosseini, and more. But before we left, Mary had a medical emergency. A girl down the street had fainted and she had heat exhaution and it was really quite a fright. I brought her a cold towel, a Sprite and some ice. There was a foreign lady there who kept babbling, and I wanted nothing more than for her to leave. I felt pangs of guilt for thinking suck things. Then we departed for Island Beach somewhere upriver. According to history, I fall in often. Today was no exception. I was wet, but the feeling was welcome in the heat and sun of this summer. I read Jane Eyre and Loved it. Then, as I was going to get some water, my father returned with a frog in hand. He was displaying it to my step-mother and it jumped onto my face. It was a mixture between, surprise, fright and excitememnt that overcame me. Then it leapt away, to frighten its next bearer. We all should leap like the little frog. I named it Timmi. | 
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