(This is not the one I wrote in school. This is the one using your ideas.)
Once in a city far, far away, and in the future…
“Honey! It’s time for breakfast!”
“I’m reading about our ancestors! Do I have to!”
“Do you have to? Of course! Do you want to starve?”
I was reading about my old ancestors. I’m obsessed with old things. Especially reading about what it was like a long time ago.
“OK. I’m coming!”
I gobbled down my pancakes as fast as possible.
“You need to get ready for school!”
“Do I have to?”
“I said this before. Yes!”
I went to my room and combed out my long, blond hair. For some reason it keeps on growing longer, and longer, and longer. I like it though. It’s like some old folktale called “Rapunzel”. That’s old to! Remember, I like old stuff. No, wait. I love old stuff!
“I’m ready! Are you coming!”
“I’m combing my hair! I’ll try to hurry!”
I got dressed as fast as possible. I put my hair up in what the people from a long time ago called a “pony-tale”.
No answer. ”Oh well.”, I thought, “She’s probably in the car already.”
To be continued.