THE ALPHABET SERIES GINA GETS A GINORMOUS GIRAFFE

My name is Gina. And I am Ginormous. Well, that's what everyone calls me. Ginormous Gina. Even my mum and dad call me that. I don't know whether I'm supposed to laugh, or be upset. I usually just laugh it off.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be telling you all about something I got and didn't like. And it was supposed to be alliterate with our names. I don't know what Alliterate means. So I looked it up in a dictionary. Something to do with two words sounding the same. Like Ginormous Gina...

I mentioned before that I laugh at being called Ginormous, but I do actually hate it. And I really hate it when people give me ginormous things as presents. Like the time my Uncle Bob came back from a sightseeing trip to Egypt, and gave me a giraffe as a present. Not a real one, a cuddly, cute stuffed toy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was the sort you could cuddle up to in bed, but it was ginormous. I would’ve had to stand it in my window, seeing as that was the only place it would fit.
When my Uncle Bob produced it, including the stupid “Ta-da!” I did have a massive grin on my face, which faded as soon as I saw the giraffe.
“What’s the matter, Gina?” Uncle Bob asked. “Don’t you like it?”
“It’s lovely, Uncle Bob,” I lied. “It’s just that... It won’t really fit in my bedroom.”
“Well, you could have it standing in your window, eh, Gina?” Said my mum.
I felt like crying. Mum was supposed to agree with me and shove the stupid thing in a dumpster somewhere, not tell me that there was a reasonable way it could fit in my room.
“But, Mum,” I starting whining.
Mum shot me The Look. The Look tells me that I’m going to be talking my way into trouble and I should really shut up. Usually, I heed her warning, but not this time.
“The giraffe is so tall it won’t even fit in the window,” I finished.
Mum smiled at Uncle Bob.
“Gina does like your present, Bob,” she said. “It’s just that...”
“She doesn’t really like it,” Uncle Bob finished off. “Well, that giraffe was really expensive. I suppose I could pawn it for something better. A gold wristwatch, perhaps?”
He grabbed the giraffe back off me and headed for the door. He turned. “I shall be seeing you later,” he said. “Goodbye.”
Mum glared at me after Uncle Bob left. “Well, I hope you’re happy, Gina. You know that Uncle Bob is very sensitive, and you go and upset him!”
“But Mum, I would’ve liked the giraffe if it was small. It’s just the fact that it’s ginormous!”
I emphasised the last word, hoping she would get it.
She breathed in and out through her nose, loudly. “When Uncle Bob comes back,” she said, dangerously. “I want you to apologise to him and then you will keep the giraffe in your window for everyone to see!”
I sighed to myself. Sometimes parents just didn’t get it.

The End

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