m a Christmas tree, Like all Christmas trees, I was chopped down in the forest. Now I serve as the official White House Christmas tree inside the blue room. What an exciting job I have! I’m not sure how I got here. I don't remember anything about being a sapling or growing up, all I remember is being shipped to the White House, being put up and being decorated. Life at the White House is amazing, I’m surrounded by a bunch of trees, 53 to be exact, who i'm friends with. Well, I’m friends with most of them.
When I got moved in, I was put together piece by piece, limb by limb, while all the other tree’s got moved in all in one piece. Somehow they were all together. Two bully trees made fun of me by saying I wasn’t real and calling me a waste of space. I started to wonder whether I'm a real tree or not because I got put together and the two trees make fun of me a lot. …show more content…
I don't stand as tall as I used to. I feel shorter somehow, and my limbs go limp! All of a sudden, I remember these trees make fun of everyone so I decide that I am a real tree and start to ignore the two trees, even though they are calling me a waste of space. However, my newfound confidence did not last long. When the next tour group came through, my fears were confirmed. I finally discover that I am fake when a child asked the tour guide if I’m real and she replied no. “It’s actually a funny story, she said… while the trees were being shipped to the White House, one of the trees rolled off the truck or some say he was a democrat and decided to jump instead...either way, we needed a last minute substitute and although he’s fake, he has an important job this
When I got moved in, I was put together piece by piece, limb by limb, while all the other tree’s got moved in all in one piece. Somehow they were all together. Two bully trees made fun of me by saying I wasn’t real and calling me a waste of space. I started to wonder whether I'm a real tree or not because I got put together and the two trees make fun of me a lot. …show more content…
I don't stand as tall as I used to. I feel shorter somehow, and my limbs go limp! All of a sudden, I remember these trees make fun of everyone so I decide that I am a real tree and start to ignore the two trees, even though they are calling me a waste of space. However, my newfound confidence did not last long. When the next tour group came through, my fears were confirmed. I finally discover that I am fake when a child asked the tour guide if I’m real and she replied no. “It’s actually a funny story, she said… while the trees were being shipped to the White House, one of the trees rolled off the truck or some say he was a democrat and decided to jump instead...either way, we needed a last minute substitute and although he’s fake, he has an important job this