I was practicing my guitar in my room I am horrible. I have broken so many strings. The sad thing is that I don’t want to play but my parents make me and they make me pay for all the strings I have broken. I don’t get to spend any money because I have to spend it on my guitar that I don’t even like! I walked downstairs and I smell hot dogs my sitter hands me one I take it eagerly and put some mustard on it, my sister, Emma cringes at me doesn’t like mustard she is extraordinary sometimes nice sometimes like a demon.