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Clear as Mud my remade version-Vincent Valadez It all began with my mom. The strict one. She was a nagging mother. She always shouted at me when I didn’t do my chores. She was nice, fun, cool, but to other people. Everyone liked her. I thought it was funny when she got mad. I saw how she was already mad breaking stuff, throwing stuff, and shouting. I was at home thinking of ways to make my mother mad. Then I spotted a slippery floor! “HA HA HA!” I whispered. “I could get her to slip if my calculations are correct.” I also whispered.
My mom was looking around the room. She saw a smirk on my face. She has never seen a smirk this big on my face, especially when she was mad. My mom looked like she got more mad.
“GO TO YOUR ROOM!” She loudly yelled. “NOW!” She
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Then, we went to go do other dumb stuff.
A few days went by and my mom was still mad. I don’t think only because she found out that I went out of a window to go do dumb stuff and that I could have possibly died jumping off a 2 story house onto a trampling. I also made sure that my mom stayed mad. When she woke up I put her toothbrush in the toilet and then out, and when she brushed her teeth she was complaining about a horrible taste in her mouth all day. I also got to make that slippery floor come in handy.
When ever I got a chance to make my mother mad I did. I always like to make my mother miserable because I think she treats me like trash. My mother was tired of me torturing her so she walked around the house like a house with no people, thinking of a way to stop my “amazing” behavior. Then, she got the best idea for her, but not for me.
“A benefit for all!” exclaimed our neighbor. “This woman has brought hope to our neighborhood! Mabey even the whole TOWN!” Our neighbor shouted with excitement. (told you everyone likes my mother.)
I didn’t know what my mom was planning that was so good. It was just a plan… That I didn’t know… And could possibly be

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