I got a tattoo. Finally, out of the house with a hundred of my brothers and sisters and as a signature of my newfound freedom, I got the words "My Summer Project" tattooed on me. It reminds me of my elementary school years. I also got a tattoo of a flower.

Next, I walked around until I found a plastic surgeon office. "Ma'am, I want to remove some fat around my belly area. And maybe my thighs too." I got kicked out of the plastic surgery office. She handed me instructions on how to diet and exercise. It's a shame because I wanted to get some plastic surgery. In order to have unique features, I spent three months running outside. I finally got some fine looking abs. During that time, I also got a haircut.

I took a blanket with me to the beach. I placed the blanket on the sand and laid down to suntan. It was so soothing that I fell asleep. When I awoke, I realized I was stuck to the blanket. From the corner of my eye, I saw the person who heaped a bunch of sand on my arm. I tore my arm from the sand and ran around him. I lost him, but instead of being sympathetic to my cause, the people around me started to laugh at me. They even stepped on me! Someone spilled coffee on me as well. I decided I had enough.

I took an airplane, but it crashed into the sea. I swam to the best of my ability, but I started to sink. I was soaked when the lifeguard pulled me out.

And then I was thrown into the trash, and another 8.5 x 11 paper replaced me.

Oh well. At least I had a good life. In my next life, I'll make sure not to go near the water.