Miley Cyrus Tickets Essay Contest

My daughter would just absolutely die to see Miley Cyrus. I have two boys who really really want to see the blue man group too! They would just go crazy! We would love to go and do something fun! Something that we all enjoy and something that would make my little ones overjoyed!!! I don’t have alot of money and really want to do this for them. Just to see their faces would leave an imprint in me forever. There’s nothing better then seeing your children’s eyes light up! We would love love love to go.

“They are already sold out…” I sighed to my husband Derek. A small smile of relief he was hoping to conceal spread across his face. He quickly schooled his features and gave me a hug thinking I had not noticed in my grief. “Next year maybe, sweetheart.” He said in his most overdone comforting voice. I rolled my eyes. Next year? He has been planning to move back east with his upcoming graduation next April for several years now! My suspension’s are rapidly being confirmed. He doesn’t want to go! I punch his arm and stalk away. “What? What did I do…”. If only I could find a way to make it all back fire on him! He would be more surprised then I would be if I somehow managed to get my hands on those coveted tickets! His punishment for feigning interest, AND my reward! The thought makes me giggle with delight. Although, I am quite convinced he secretly would like it. But having a manly front to keep up and all, the very idea of enjoying something of this nature would torment him to no end. So at all costs he will try to avoid going. He’d never admit it, and likely he would never let me live it down… BUT it’d be so worth it. I’m sad to say that if not this year, than not ever, unfortunately. Partially because I won’t live in Utah ever again, and partially because it’s the first NON-COUNTRY music Stadium of Fire I’ve ever been aware of! If this years events were the same, well lets just say I would be writing an essay on why I would NOT like to go. Hmmm, if that were the case come to think of it, maybe my husband would be the one thinking of finding ways to surprise ME with tickets…

I am currently in school at BYU, working at the MTC, and interning as an ESL tutor.  My husband is also in school.  I am preparing to graduate in August, and I am also 6 1/2 months pregnant, expecting our first baby in September (it’s a girl!).  We definitely don’t have the money to buy tickets, and I had the wonderful opportunity to go to the show last year, when a generous person gave me and my husband tickets, and I would love to be able to go again.  My husband loves Blue Man Group (he is from Vegas) and I have never seen them perform.  We would both love to go, but I would especially love to surprise him with these tickets.  Although it seems cliche saying that we are two poor college newlyweds, it would mean a lot to be able to go to this show.  Thank you for your kindness and generosity in considering us!

My neice really really loves this Miley Cyrus and would just die to go! She is going to turn 7 the end of this month and this would make the most amazing birthday present ever. I’m not going to leave you with a big sob story. I’m just going to say that she really loves her. She called this morning to make sure I was on the website trying my hardest for her. She doesn’t have a computer. She said that she hopes someday they could be sisters and that she loves her. I would so badly love for this to happen for her. Please consider us. I know there are so so many people wanting the same thing so we will just keep our figers crossed. We know that whoever wins will be well deserving of the tickets. This little one wears her wig and all. I cannot even imagine what winning these would do to her! It’s been so hard trying to find tickets and the website kicked my sister off and once she got back on, they were all sold out. Now, they can’t afford to go because people bought loads and are selling them for outrageous prices. Thanks so much for trying to fulfill little dreams at no cost. This is fantastic.

I’m a single mother of three wonderful children who find ways to always put a smile on my face but also on others.  I live pay day to pay day.  I’m also a student so that one day I can have a better job and take care of my children without aid but for now we have to do what we have to do.  Even though my children know we don’t have much and we get help they will go through their things in their room and clothes.  What they don’t play with anymore they give to other children in need.  When our ward was getting things together for children in Africa they went through there clothes to see what didn’t fit and how we could help.  They always find a family in need at christmas time and talk to their grandparents about helping these kids out.  They will go shopping with my parents and then help wrap and would take the gifts to the parents of the other children.  I’m so impressed by how my children feel for others and want to look out for them.  I know my children would love to go see this concert and enjoy the fireworks after.  This would be a great gift to them and a amazing first concert for them to see.  I would be so thankful if we got these tickets and I know many others are trying to get them too and I know it’s a long shot but I hope you find in your heart to help out my children as they do with others.
My daughter’s and son enjoy the show and that’s as far as I thought I could ever get them to see her sing, so getting these tickets would be a dream come true.  This four year old, seven year old, and nine year old would get to feel how others feel from them.  For me that would be a dream come true.  Thanks for reading about my great children and giving us the chance to try and go to the show.

I’m a single mother of three wonderful children who find ways to always put a smile on my face but also on others.  I live pay day to pay day.  I’m also a student so that one day I can have a better job and take care of my children without aid but for now we have to do what we have to do.  Even though my children know we don’t have much and we get help they will go through their things in their room and clothes.  What they don’t play with anymore they give to other children in need.  When our ward was getting things together for children in Africa they went through there clothes to see what didn’t fit and how we could help.  They always find a family in need at christmas time and talk to their grandparents about helping these kids out.  They will go shopping with my parents and then help wrap and would take the gifts to the parents of the other children.  I’m so impressed by how my children feel for others and want to look out for them.  I know my children would love to go see this concert and enjoy the fireworks after.  This would be a great gift to them and a amazing first concert for them to see.  I would be so thankful if we got these tickets and I know many others are trying to get them too and I know it’s a long shot but I hope you find in your heart to help out my children as they do with others.

Mom: Hey kids, guess what? The 4th of July is coming up. Isn’t that exciting!

Kid 1: Hooray! I love the 4th of July. Can we barbecue?

Kid 2: Yeah, and have another water balloon fight?

Kid 1: Oh, and will Dad make his homemade ice cream!?

Kid 2: We can camp out in the back yard and stay up late and eat all the junk food we want!

Both kids (with ferver): The 4th of July is the best day EVEEEERRRRRR!!!

Mom: Actually guys, we’re going to a wedding. Not just any wedding, but a real stuffed shirt, silk table linens, fancy schmancy, just-be-quiet-for-these-two-hours-and-you-can-have-a-puppy type wedding.

~ stunned silence~

~ more stunned silence~

Kid 1: Uh…do we really get a puppy?

Mom: No, I was just saying that for illustrative purposes. You’ll basically get nothing. I don’t even think their custom has cake…

~even more stunned silence~

Mom: But hey, we’ll be back in time for fireworks. We could sit on the neighbor’s still burning hot roof again and watch Stadium of Fire.

Kid 2: Can we go inside and see Hannah Mon…

Mom: No. Those tickets sold out on November 24th, 1992: one day after Miley Cyrus was born because the matter of the Universe actually rippled and the DNA of all humans was altered in such a way that they had to compulsively line up at 2 am in order to *hopefully* get back row balcony seats. We could go out on the *hopefully* wet grass, *hopefully* next to those redneck drunks from last year who loudly declared after every firework “This must be the grand finale!” and belched and spilled Miller Light in my hair. Wasn’t that fun!?!

~stunned silence~

Kid 1: (trance-like whisper) a weddiiiiingggg…

Kid 2: (with glazed over eyes) noooo caaaake…

Mom: Kids??? KIDS???? NOOOOO!!!!!! With Achey-Breaky Heart as my witness, I will, someday, somehow, make it up to you! Please, children, come back! Can you hear me!?! Please!! I’m so sorry! (heavy sobbing) I should never have…(more sobbing) Forgive me! Baby! (panic sobbing) Can you hear me! I swear I’ll make it up to you. I’ll MAKE IT UP TO YOU!!! (sob sob sob)

My neice little Kaytlin Mae will be turning 7 on June 29th and would love nothing more than to see her idol Miley! Her daddy works out of town all week to support them while mom also works hard taking care of the little ones. They have tried so hard to find something affordable for their family but cannot. I know there are many many people who would love these and my reason is to simply see the most delightful, awesome thing in the world, a little child’s face light with excitement and joy! She would just die! I am poor, struggling married student, and can’t buy them for her so we need a little help. These things seem trivial to adults but they are so unforgettable to the little ones in the world that help us stay innocent! So i’m just asking please! We’d love to be chosen.

There is not much that i can do or say to win these tickets very easily. i am sure that very many people are entering to get these tickets. and who am i to just assume i deserve them more then anyone else? i am someone who is willing to get anything to her family to let them i know care. these tickets are so important to have for my sister who is 10. Like any other 10 year old she loves miley Cyrus and adores her. When i was younger we used to have great fourth of Julys. however as i grew older my dad had to leave us and left my mom with 7 kids all under the age of 12. thigs got much harder and everything started to change. We could never afford these tickets now.  and my little sister never really experienced the excitment that she should on the fourth of July. I just want ot give some of that back to her becuase for only being 10 she has gone through a lot more then so many other girls of her age have. and even people that are older then she is. I know we are just another option to pick but please consider us. I know she deserves this because she is a great kid. We deserve this chance.

I am actually not writing this for me, I am writing this for my best friend Sandy who is a wonderful woman. She is a mother of 2 boys (soon to be 3 she is pregnant with her 3rd). They have had a very difficult time. Sandy was married for 9 years to a very controlling man who would make her get 2-3 jobs at a time but then tell her that she needed to be home because the house work was not getting done so she had to quit her jobs. She and her 2 sons lived in a homeless shelter for a while but she has vowed to never let them go back again. I know that her sons would love to see Miley Cyrus in concert Hannah Montana is one of their favorite shows. Sandy has been a wonderful friend to me. I have been her roommate since February of 2007 and in that time I had emergency gallbladder surgery in April of 2007 and a 5th knee surgery in September of 2007. I am now about to have another surgery to have a fibroid tumor removed from my uterus (tomorrow morning to be exact June 23, 2008). She has helped me and taken care of me through all of this. She is going to be at the hospital for me tomorrow because I told her of everyone I would want her there when I woke up from the surgery. I probably would not be able to be at the concert because of my surgery but she has 2 wonderful sons (Derick and Kawika) who would love this experience. They have actually never been to a concert before. Please consider this wonderful family for your choice to see Miley Cyrus they really deserve it.

Hi! I am 5. My uncle is helping me write this to win a ticket to Hannah Montana at the big bowl at college.

I love Hannah Montana. Someday I am going to move to Montana to live with Hannah Montana. I hope that Lola will like me too. I would be sad if Lola didn’t like me. I really think Aunt Dolly is so funny and want to meet her.  Hannah Montana is my hero when I grow up. I want to be like her and go to school a lot and sing too. I like to sing lots. I will go to school next year for the first time. I am very excited so that I can have friends like Hannah Montana.

My uncle says that if we win he will try and let me meet Hannah Montana but that we might not get to. But I still want to see Hannah Montana sing. I know all of her songs and I will sing them with her. I think it would be neat to meet Hannah. I think we could be friends. I bet she would like ice cream. I really like ice cream and I would share with Hannah Montana. When I live in Montana with her we will eat lots of ice cream.

I hope that I get to see Hannah and Lola. When I am older I will be a singer too and sing her songs in front of a lot of people. Maybe she will sing a song with me. Hannah Montana is the neatest person I ever known. She is so nice and she is never mean. I know that we will be good friends. Hannah Montana is so pretty. She is like a princess. i want to be pretty like her too and be a princess that sings.

When me and my uncle go to see Hannah Montana and the fireworks we will both scream really loud. I hope Hannah Montana hears me. I will make a big sign that says I love you Hannah and maybe she will see it. I will make it pink becuase I like pink and Hannah likes pink. I like the same things as Hannah. I have a lot of pictures of her and I have my room painted pink. I also have 3 princess dresses. I will wear one of them and show Hannah and I hope she will like it.

I really want to go see Hannah Montana. She is so pretty and so funny.

Well, I already submitted one, but then It hought that I would try the other way of doing this. So here goes.

Oh my gosh, I so deserve Miley tickets. See how I did that? I didn’t even need to say Cyrus beause I feel like she is such a part of my soul that we are on a first name basis. Her and I were meant to meet and stuff. But I don’t only want these tickets, but deserve them because of how horrible my life is and how everything about me is so pathetic.

You see, i’m alergic to my dog. i love him, but I can’t be in the same room with him. Also I lost 14 of my toes! Really. It was horrible. I was walking by some kids at Del Taco and they just cut off my toes. I was like “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?” and they told me it was because my life was already so horrible that this wouldn’t really make a difference. They were pretty much right.

And then yesterday, my mom died 3 times. 3 TIMES! And the last thing she wished every time was that I got to see Miley (see, no last name, because we are so tight in our souls) just once before I died. That’s all she ever wanted was to get me to a Miley cocert. Nothing else.

And I also want to take my 2 nieces and nephew with the other tickets. They can’t actually say any other words except “Miley”, “Hannah Montana” and “love”.  Those are the only three words they ever bothered to learn. They actually wear her halloween mask to school and to the playground everyday. But it is so sad to see them because they are all crippled and in wheel chairs. Except it’s worse because they all have flat tires. So there are three pathetic crippled kids in broken wheel chairs with Hannah Montana masks yelling “MILEY! LOVE! HANNAH MONTANA! LOVE!” to the tunes of all her songs. It’s heart wrenching every day.

And then not only all that, but my house EXPLODED. I no longer have a house. I am actually writing this on a napkin I found outside Wendy’s and tying it to a Quail hopiong it can home in on the contest creator. There is no other way I can accomplish this since I have no home. But before it exploded, it flooded.

So now I am homeless, toeless and haven’t eaten in 6 years.

The one thing that could make me happy at all is to take my ever so helpless neices and nephew to see Miley at Stadium of Fire. It would make me a superhero to them. And who doesn’t want to be a super hero to the children?

You never know. Maybe if I got to go to the concert and see the pretty fireworks and Hannah Montana I might get over my alergies to my dog. And then I could hold his frail little body for the first time ever. It would be magical. I might note that his body is frail because he was only born with half of his bones.

So please. I think I deserve these tickets because I am such a wonderful person and want to do the right thing. If I win, I might even not give up on my quest to end world hunger and give new paint jobs to every turtle that wants one for free. I mean, turtles get so tired of their boring shells and want something to liven up their lives but they have such a hard time with their stubby legs and no opposable thumbs.

So please make my life complete or I might just end up even worse off if possible. Maybe I can hold a job! I haven’t been able to hold a job for more than 2 weeks. But it’s not beause I am a bad worker. It is always because it is so hard to lift things with both prostetic arms and a pegleg. It’s not my fault. I really try hard.

So it’s up to you to do the right thing. You can tell I have such a hard life and that all I want is to help others and do things for the children. Because, I believe that children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside. Give them a sense of pride to make it easier. Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be.

Thank you for reading my story. And don’t feel bad if you decide to pick somone else less deserving. I only want them to have a happier life than I have had. That’s all I want for everyone is happiness and peace and love.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It’s not my style to grovel, and I hate to beg. If I had my way, I would kill all five of my own meals. Thus you can imagine the shame of having someone dump out a can of pre-killed slime into your bowl, day after day. It’s not that I’m ungrateful, it’s just that I and all of my people have our dignity. Sometimes people forget that about us, claiming to be our best friends but treating us like garbage disposals. True, I can’t understand why anyone would throw away perfectly good chicken bones, but the fact that they’re not wanted…well, how do you think that makes us feel?

Anyway, the point I’m getting to is that, though I’ve lived a debasing life of oppression and boring diets, I’m not going to stoop to making you feel sorry for me. Though I’ve never been allowed into the Level Edwards Stadium and probably never will be, I’m not going to paste my picture on milk cartons as a victim of segregation. True, I have friends who pull the sad eye trick to get what they want from you folks–and boy, what they wouldn’t do to get their paws of these tickets–but I like to think that I’m above that.

Therefore, mister editor, or miss to whom it may concern, I’m writing this essay just to let you know that (1) contrary to popular belief, people without opposable thumbs are fully capable of typing, and (2) that unlike little Charlie, I don’t need to win a golden ticket to find meaning in my life. I have plenty of meaning. I have beef chunks. And gravy. And my squishy rubber thing. Who needs Miley Cryus and the Blue Man Group when you can chew on something so…rubbery?

So please don’t don’t think that I need these tickets. I don’t. Give them to the little girl with leukemia. While thousands of you folks are enjoying the fireworks, I’ll be perfectly content lying in my hairy basket, chewing my squishy rubber thing.

As for me, I lead a small life. Valuable, but small. Do I do it because I like it or haven’t been brave? I have concluded that I am who I have let myself be rather than becoming who I want to be. There is so much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book when shouldn’t it be the other way around? If promptly asked who I am, I can relate characteristics to people I have seen on television or read about while I was in college. My travels have consisted of pictures presented by others and images I have conformed in my head. As I sit here writing, I question the necessity of even stepping outside the box and presenting myself in a situation which limits the amount of control I have and is determined by an inconclusive relationship, yet am still compelled to keep writing.

My answers are the same as others, and others will answer different than me. The fact being that I was brave enough to take a risk and do it because this is something that I would want to do. The bettering of a person comes in many forms depending on the connection and reasoning. Thus writing a determining factor in relation to who I am speaks far more about who I want to be and where I want to go. I live a small life, which is valuable to me and in return these tickets would mean more than a simple escape from the daily monotony in my life, but a chance to be.
So bravo to the author of this site for finding a way to let people express who they are and find a meaningful purpose behind this concert. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to have a glimpse of hope in winning these tickets.

300 words!? thats easy i thought. So i opened up wordpad to start an amazing essay that would create an out of body experience for anybody who read it and as i set my fingers to the keys absolutley nothing came to mind. so i sat and thought, “why do i deserve these tickets” and i came to the conclusion that nodody really “Deserves” these tickets everybody wants them. theres no reason that anybody would really need these tickets for anything, unless you literally can’t live without loud noises, a crowded stadium, a little girl and a couple guys painted blue. people just want them because they think it will make there life better. but the reality of it is, that after the show everything will be just as it was and all you’ll have left is ears that are ringing and an already fading memory of “that one time”.
I used to work at Albertson’s at the service desk where i would do returns, money orders, moneygrams, sell cigerettes and help customers calm down when they’re pissed and i also sold concert tickets for ticketmaster and when Hannah Montana would come to town i would have to get up early in the morning to go sell tickets to the many mothers who thought those tickets would make thier life better. I would pull into work and i would see a line that i already knew was from the service desk inside the store, stretching all the way outside and into the parking lot where the line just kept growing and having a few months of experience i already knew that not even half of these people would get a ticket and there would be a riot of soccer moms flipping over eachothers vans and starting fires in the store. so as i walked through the crowd to try to get in the store i tried not looking like i was going to the service desk because if i did everybody would just start asking ridiculous questions that they should’ve already known before they came to wait in a really long line and as the tickets went on sale each person would take 10-20minutes trying to decide how much they wanted to spend or which seats were better and in an hour i mightve helped 10 out of 80 or more people and everybody else in the line was just getting more and more impatient. By the third long and hard migraine causing hour the tickets were sold out. “ooo crap” i said under my breath and i walked around the service desk into the store and began to tell people that they were sold out, selling all those tickets to so many indecisive people was hard and i thought i did the best i could to keep my calm, yet work as fast as possible and as soon as i told everybody that the show was sold out everybody started yelling ” I demand to see your manager, i can tell that you don’t like your job and you’re not trying your best to help me the customer” or ” he just wants this to be over, the tickets aren’t sold out, he’s just lazy!” and at this point i thought what is this little girl doing to our nation that is causing all these people to hate me? from there i decided that i need(want) to see what all this is about. and this show at the stadium of fire would be that perfect chance to justify all those mothers that spat in my face and nearly killed me that day at albertson’s. It would hopefully help my nightmares go away, or atleast lessen in the intensity of the violence. so for the sake of these mothers…. and for the sake of my sanity i need to be at this show. with 3 other people to discuss it with after.

I would like to win these tickets for my brother rather than myself. My brother is 11 years older than me and has always been there for me when I have needed him. I would like to be there for him this time.
My brothers daughter will be performing at the Stadium Of Fire this year as she has done for several years, my brother has never been able to afford the tickets to watch his daughter perform.
My brother and his wife have always struggled with money and they just had their 4th child this past April. I would love for him and his wife to be able to go and watch for the first time their daughter perform at the Stadium Of Fire.
This would be a dream come true for my brother and sister-inlaw. Their daughter that is performing is their oldest and she enjoys doing what she does but is always saddend when her parents are unable to watch her perform, please help her wishes come true as well.

Truth is, I don’t want to see Miley Cyrus one bit. Not in the least. I didn’t even know she and Hannah Mantana were the same person till someone clued me in about a month ago. Heck, I don’t even like Glen Beck all that much.

Why do I want the tickets? BLUE MAN GROUP! These crazy dudes are what it’s all about. If there is any reaason to ever go to a Stadium of Fire, it’s to see The Blue Man Group whom are being completely overshadowed by a teenage (possibly preteen?) soon to be Disney Channel has been popping out of rehab! Disney Channel stars always end up such awesome role models! I mean just look at the ever so amazing Britney Spears and Lindsey Lohan! Those are some classy ladies!

It saddens me most to see such an amazing talent and creative genuis such as The Blue Man Group get so blown away by the attention of a little glam pop girl who will most likely end up on the pipe (not playing one like Blue Man Group) within 3 years.

Granted, it would be great to see this girl actually turn out a decent human being. But I have low expectations.

Back to the point. The Blue Man Group is one of the freshest most creative and entertaining acts around. I’d just head to vegas and cath their show if I had 10 bucks to spare to do it, but I don’t. So I might as well whine to some strangers about how i’m too broke to see them anywhere but Stadium of Fire.

So that’s it. I really shouldn’t get the tickets for any sympathetic reasons. I don’t want to be some sob story saying how I lost my puppy and my kids haven’t eaten for 13 years but they love Hannah Montana. No, I just want to see some wacky dudes making some wicked music on some crazy instruments. No sob story.

If it were at all possible, i’d love to let someone take the part of the tickets for our dear Miley Cyrus and swap out for the rest of the act.

Billy Ray gives my idea 2 thumbs up. Maybe even 3.

You have to help me.  See the problem is… I AM MILEY CYRUS!!! It sounds insane, I know! Just let me explain; A few weeks ago we had just finished filming a scene involving a ferris wheel in my new movie (I won’t gave away too many details but it was a super fun scene and you’re totally going to love the movie I promise!) Well anyway, it had been a beautiful day and suddenly the sky grew dark and the wind started to blow really hard. Things were flying through the air, people were yelling and suddenly I felt something crash into my head, blinding pain and then darkness.

When I woke up I was in what turned out to be a college dorm room with College books and papers scattered across the desk, crumpled up clothes all over the floor and Hannah Montana posters all over the walls.  There was a bag of and frozen corn on the painfully throbbing lump protruding from my temple. I tried get up right away but the room started to spin and I ended up back on the bed.  Just then a girl ran in the room and said “Jessica, you’re up, I was worried!”

“What?” I started to ask questions “Where’s my dad? Did we wrap the scene? Whose trailer am I in?”

“Jeez you hit your head harder than I thought” she said staring at me “I’m sorry but I’ve can’t miss class again, I’ll be back in an hour there’s ramen noodles, juice, and aspirin on the table.  You get some rest.  Everything will be fine.”

At this point, as you can imagine, I was profoundly confused.  I got up and stumbled my way to the bathroom and managed to look into the mirror. What I beheld there you are not going to believe. The face staring back at me was not my own face.  I was looking out through worried brown eyes fixated onto a pale, heart shaped face, with out of control, billowing, coal-black hair, plump lips, and a narrow pointy nose. As I opened my mouth, the ear-piercing scream that escaped was probably heard by the kids sipping their lattes at the coffee shop two blocks away.

“WHO PUT THIS FACE ON MY FACE?!?” I yelled. When my mind finally stopped racing enough to piece together some information I realized that I recognized the face.  It’s the face of that crazy fan who was hiding in my bushes last week! Somehow she got onto the set and did some kind of… voodoo or something and stole my body!

It’s been horrible! No one believes me, “my” roommate, Bianca, threatened to tie me up and take me to the hospital if I didn’t stop telling people that I’m Miley. And you should see the wardrobe I have to work with; my grandma dresses better than this girl! Not to mention that I have been living off of cafeteria food and I do not want to hear the words taco Tuesday for the rest of my life! This is a disaster! I could go on and on but I think you get the picture. I have to get out of here.

I’ve read in the news about what this imposter has been doing with my body and I am not happy at all. That’s not the real me, I swear! I have to stop her. She’s going to ruin the new Hannah Montana movie if you don’t help me out. The fate of Hannah Montana is in your hands now.

You know how I’m always saying that I am just a normal girl like everyone else? RIGHT NOW I REALLY AM JUST A NORMAL GIRL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!!  I have got to get to that concert at the stadium of fire, find the imposter who stole my body and get my life back!

In conclusion, HELP ME PLEASE, oh my gosh my dad is going to freak when he finds out that I’ve been gone for this long!

*The above essay may or may not be fictional (;