Let Alone a Tomboy

I, Maya Lewis Hearts, hate waking up. Not school, waking up. The one and the only, my brother Alec is the same because we are twins but i am an hour older than him. Plus waking him up my way is always fun. So, I make my way to his room with shaving foam and see him asleep. I also see powder and fake robot cockroaches in his room so I, put the powder and shaving cream in his hand, and switch on the cockroaches and put them on the floor, go out, act like I am walking in and as soon as I step in, I scream "AAH! COCKROACHES!" which results in him jolting up with shaving cream and powder on his face. His face was priceless. I took a picture, ran into my room, not before hearing him say "STUPID TOMBOY!" I yelled back with a little anger "LET ALONE A TOMBOY!!!" before going to school. When we reach, I get down last as usual and set off to the lift line. I reach class late and my posters LET ALONE A TOMBOY OR BE A TOMBOY are hung on the walls making me smile. My story may be short but they mean something. Even if people can't understand them, they always have a hidden meaning to them. Like this story. I won't disclose the massage but I will hint you, _DON'T ^JUDGE_A^BOOK_BY^IT'S_COVER.