a date with mrs palm and her 5 lovely daughters

I thought it was a normal date. Then I saw Mrs. Palm and her five daughters. I ran home.

My date with Mrs. Palm and her daughters was like being cornered by a pack of wolves. And they had glitter.

I told my friends I was going on a date. They said 'cool.' I came back with a black eye and a migraine.

I said I could take on Mrs. Palm and her daughters. I was wrong. I got taken down by a volleyball serve and a face full of glitter.

My date was like being sent to jail with a bunch of cheerleaders who hate you.

I went on a date. It ended with me crying on the floor and my phone being smashed.

I walked into a room. Mrs. Palm said, 'You're the one?' I said, 'Yes.' She said, 'Then you're dead.' And she threw glitter at me.

My date was like being yelled at by a soccer mom and her team. I got a D in life that day.

I had a date. It was like being called out in front of the whole school by a mom who thinks you're a failure.

I went on a date. It turned into a volleyball match, and I lost. I lost badly.

My date was like being stuck in a group project with the loudest kids in school. And their mom was grading me.

I thought I was going on a date. It turned out to be a contest. And I got eliminated by a girl who could throw a volleyball like a missile.

I was locked in a room with Mrs. Palm and her daughters. I got called out for everything. My hair. My shoes. My life choices.

My date was like being in a reality show with a mom and her daughters. And the judges were all yelling at me.

I went on a date. It was like being in a drama club with the most annoying people in school.

I went on a date. I got yelled at, thrown glitter at, and told I was a disgrace. I cried and ran home.

My date was like being in a fight with a mom and her five daughters. And I lost.

I had a date with Mrs. Palm and her daughters. I left with a broken phone and a broken heart.