Lost On An Island
Wow, I'm on this island all alone.
No food, no drinks, OMG where's my comb?
When I get rescued what will they see?
Hair standing on top of my head like tumbleweed!
What will I do? They can't find me like this.
Come on, come on think Bria. Now I'm getting pissed!
I'll walk around this island and figure out what I must do.
If they take a picture of me during my rescue I'll be through!
Okay there's some twigs and and vines. I'll make my comb.
You see what one could come up with when they're all alone?
If my hair is not done I just don't feel right.
Yeah I know , say what you like.
When the rescuers finally come this way!
My hair will be the least of my problems for that day.
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Bria O'Ogarro
Hi, my name is Bria E. O'Garro. I'm 16 years old. I attend Bishop Loughlin Memorial High School where iI'm a senior. You can describe me in three syllable word "go-get-ter"! Right now I am Captain for cheerleadering Squad and a manger for the freshman varsity basketball team.
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