A Personal Essay

One day I left my house and it was sad and I wanted to go back. The liger is pretty much my favorite animal. My brother, I was jealous of him, he chatted with hot babes all day on the internet. He says he gets to stay at home because he is training to be a cage fighter but he has the worst reflexes of all time! You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at my school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a nanchuck. I figured out that I can draw a liger really good, see.

I am a liger.