So my uncle Mike took my nose! Right off my face. Then he said I needed to stop crying. I HAVE NO NOSE! How am I supposed to not cry? He said he wouldn’t give it back until I stopped crying but I won’t. He’s not even my favorite uncle. My uncle Bobby would never do this to me.
I won’t stop crying until I get a new nose and I want a better one to spite Uncle Mike’s stupid face. I saw an ad on T.V. for nose rhinoplasty and I want it to make my nose like a rhinoceros nose with a horn! It’d be SO cool, and I need a nose anyway!
Mom says I’m overreacting, but of course I need a new nose. What if someone farts near me and I don’t smell it? Then I’ll just sit in the fart and it will get in my clothes and no one will want to play with me because I’ll smell like someone else’s farts!
I think a nose job costs $12,000 because I remember that my dad said it cost $5,000 to fix up the front of the car after he hit that deer and a nose is like a bumper for peoples faces and people are worth more than cars.
My family won’t help me even though it’s the same as when my sister Kaitlin dropped her ice cream and uncle Mike bought her a whole new one even though she was almost done with the first! I promise that I won’t ask for another nose once I have this rhino nose. It’s only $5,000 and I can’t just not have one. Pleeease. Pleeeeeease.