So, the other day my dad took me to this activity day thing that his work does once a year...

And he wanted me and my siblings to were matching shirts.

They were these bright orange shirts that his work made.

So I put on the shirt, and when I walk upstairs, (my rooms in the basement), all I see is my sisters grinning at me.

And I'm thinking, 'whatever I not gonna wear a matching shirt if they're gonna grin at my like that.'

So I go back into my room to change...

And when I come back up, they're all like, "holly why aren't you wearing matching shirts?"

And then I'm like, "cause I don't want to, why else?"

And then they were just quiet.

I mean, I've always hated being matching with people, well, unless me and my best friend were matching or something like that.

So yeah...

That's what happened. I guess it's a little boring, but I haven't posted in like, a day, so I decided to give you guys another chapter...