I was at the carnival. I won a mood ring and put it on. I liked the way it glimmered. It started to turn red but I wasn’t angry. Then I was. I started smashing things and screaming at my mother. “Why are you angry?” She asked. “I don’t know, I think it’s this ring. It’s controlling my mood and I hate everything,” I said. “It’s cursed” the carny said and laughed. My mother grabbed the ring and ripped it off. “Finally I feel better,” I said. My mother showed me her finger, and now it was stuck on her.
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Alex H Mittelman
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Comments (3)
Uh oh. Cursed ring found a new owner!
Oooops! Better find a way to get it off Mother's finger! That kind of backfired.
Lol 😆Great Story❗