I am

I am from a third-world country, Canada offered me to be a citizen. I can speak 56 different languages, in my head. My nickname is Ninja, did you see that? Exactly. I can walk on frozen water. My biological parents love me so much that they gave me to a rich parent.

I have 96 invisible tattoos on all over my body. Breaking nickels in half with my 2 fingers is my hobby. I have 4 wheels, on my car. Cops love me, they follow me everywhere. I get all A's on my report card, while partying all night every day.

I can paint the Mona Lisa with my eyes closed. I don’t want to meet Obama, Obama wants to meet me. Last summer, Obama bought my plane ticket to Hawaii.
I can eat McDonalds for breakfast, lunch, dinner and lose weight. My parents beg me to live with them.

I am the girl who won the Hunger Games. Sleeping with my eyes open is too easy, I challenge myself sleeping with eyes closed. I can walk and talk at the same time.
Monks  worship me, they come to me. I mastered the violin, piano and the trumpet at the age of two and a half, but I am not graduated from University.

Mouth Killer

As I look into the poka-dotted paper cup, I was dazzled by the bright, blubbery, orangey beverage. It was like an eye catcher from miles away. I took a big whiff of the eye catcher, the vicious smell had set my eyes on fire and my nose was very angry at me. At this point, I wasn't motivated to even take a tiny sip of it, but I sucked it up, and drank it. As I drank the vicious drink, it was as if it had slaughtered my lips, beaten up my tongue and clawed my throat into pieces. It felt as if a  300 pound, 6'5 football guy had tackled me. Never have I ever tasted anything as revolting as this. I sat there for a while, the flavour was stuck to my tongue, taunting me like a bully. I felt the urge to weep, but kept it to myself. I disliked how the taste was taunting me so I took a big gulp and finished the drink.Never again will I ever touch, sip or gulp that vicious drink again.