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Screaming out, “I hate you! I hate you!” As she kicks her arms and legs. Lying on a purely, pink, Barbie themed bed. Curly blonde hair all a mess and the sparkly purple scrunchy just in her hair now on the floor.
My future does not hold a normal life with Barbie crazed children. It will be chaotic, demanding and exhausting, but no doubt fulfilling. My main goals are to be an inspiration to as many people as possible, teach my children to love well/ be at peace and to be reasonably happy and content myself. Sounds normal but it is a base for most people to work off of. I have a good understanding of were ill be 10 years from now, or were I’ll almost be.

A little body draped in earth. Mud colored pants, a flowing touch of silky cotton against her legs. With a snug fit tank top that matches. Her breath sounds heavy, the usual after an early day’s play outside. That tiny nose of hers running and chest expanding much. She’s staring at a grainy little cheerio still swimming in her bowl of soy milk from this morning’s breakfast. A vegan diet is what she goes by, just like me, her mom; because I’m the one she looks up to, and buys her food.
I sit across a small wooden table from her. Sipping on some tea, whose appealing tang I am unfamiliar with. I hadn’t paid attention to the flavor when grabbing it. With things to do, I’ll leave my lovely to stair in her bowl with wonder and go up stairs.

In the upstairs hallway it’s a magnificent sight each and every time I see it. My morning slippers sticking to the hard wood floor, making that sticky sound! Hanging on both sides of the maroon soaked walls are my photo canvas prints of winter and overexposed edgy expressions. They always made me feel ill at ease. I should continue walking so I don’t find myself here all day. I know it will take a little while for me to get to my work room for it is at the end of the hall. God knows I’ll get distracted again.

Walking into my workroom, the smell of too many incense burning is incredibly overwhelming. Adding to the obnoxious smell is a cinnamon candle placed upon my work desk. Looking at my room, I remember six months ago when I said it was too big and the space was going to be wasted. I laugh at the thought now that you can’t even see the floor. Three walls the same color as the hallways, only they were covered in sponged white blotches and tiny cursive. But one wall, the one my desk sits in front of, lays completely empty. Strictly off white for non-distracting purposes.
The phone rings. Trying to sway through the mess and to the phone which is now splattered with crusty red paint, an accident from my last project. I pick it up and hear a familiar low man’s voice,” Hello is this Elizabeth?”
“Yes, yes.” I reply

“Hi, my name is Gorge Wharam. I’d like to get l each of your large canvas prints, from the 3rd series.” If I remember right, that is my largest series, probably over 30 different photos.
“Oh, hi gorge… of course, when would you like those by?”
“Any time this month, just give me a call when I should pick them up.”
“Ok, sounds good. Thank you, it’s a pleasure.” We ended our words. No one had ever ordered than many canvas prints, what could anyone possibly do with that many? I had to calm down my excitement for I had a meeting to go to and my beautiful to drop off at pre-school.

Answer 1

1st sentence needs serious revision; try: "I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed, lying on her pink Barbie-themed bed, her curly blonde hair a mess and the sparkly purple scrunchy that was just in her hair on the floor.

no doubt fulfilling is btw a dependent clause and should have no comma b4 the but

do not use contractions, it is a major stylistic flaw and should be used only in poetry and dialogue

'Sounds normal but it is a base for most people to work off of.' needs a subject

were should be where

instead of: A little body draped in earth. Mud colored pants, a flowing touch of silky cotton against her legs. With a snug fit tank top that matches. try She was a little body draped in earth with her mud colored pants with the silky felling of cotton against her legs and a matching snug fit tank top.

workroom, for it is

instead of "Trying to sway through the mess and to the phone which is now splattered with crusty red paint, an accident from my last project. I pick it up and hear a familiar low man’s voice,” Hello is this Elizabeth?”" use "Trying to sway through the mess and to the phone which is now splattered with crusty red paint, an accident from my last project, I pick it up and hear a familiar low man’s voice,” Hello is this Elizabeth?"

other than that, it is good. you can send me the final copy if you like at [e-mail] and ill read over it once more and make sure

Answer 2

heres ur corrected 1: Screaming out, “I hate you! I hate you!” As she kicks her arms and legs. Lying on a purely, pink, Barbie theme bed. Curly blonde hair all a mess and the sparkly purple scrunchy just in her hair now on the floor.
My future does not hold a normal life with Barbie crazed children. It will be chaotic, demanding and exhausting, but no doubt fulfilling. My main goals are to be an inspiration to as many people as possible, teach my children to love well/ be at peace and to be reasonably happy and content myself. Sounds normal but it is a base for most people to work off of. I have a good understanding of were ill be 10 years from now, or were I’ll almost be.
A little body draped in earth. Mud colored pants, a flowing touch of silky cotton against her legs. With a snug fit tank top that matches. Her breath sounds heavy, the usual after an early day’s play outside. That tiny nose of hers running and chest expanding much. She’s staring at a grainy little cheerio still swimming in her bowl of soymilk from this morning’s breakfast. A vegan diet is what she goes by, just like me, her mom; because I’m the one she looks up to, and buys her food.
I sit across a small wooden table from her. Sipping on some tea, whose appealing tang I am unfamiliar with. I hadn’t paid attention to the flavor when grabbing it. With things to do, I’ll leave my lovely to stair in her bowl with wonder and go up stairs.
In the upstairs hallway it’s a magnificent sight each and every time I see it. My morning slippers sticking to the hard wood floor, making that sticky sound! Hangings on both sides of the maroon soaked walls are my photo canvas prints of winter and overexposed edgy expressions. They always made me feel ill at ease. I should continue walking so I don’t find myself here all day. I know it will take a little while for me to get to my workroom for it is at the end of the hall. God knows I’ll get distracted again.
Walking into my workroom, the smell of too much incense burning is incredibly overwhelming. Adding to the obnoxious smell is a cinnamon candle placed upon my work desk. Looking at my room, I remember six months ago when I said it was too big and the space was going to be wasted. I laugh at the thought now that you can’t even see the floor. Three walls the same color as the hallways, only they were covered in sponged white blotches and tiny cursive. But one wall, the one my desk sits in front of, lays completely empty. Strictly off white for non-distracting purposes.
The phone rings. Trying to sway through the mess and to the phone which is now splattered with crusty red paint, an accident from my last project. I pick it up and hear a familiar low man’s voice,” Hello is this Elizabeth?”
“Yes, yes.” I reply
“Hi, my name is Gorge Wharam. I’d like to get l each of your large canvas prints, from the 3rd series.” If I remember right, that is my largest series, probably over 30 different photos.
Oh, hi gorge… of course, when would you like those by?”
“Any time this month, just give me a call when I should pick them up.”
“Ok, sounds good. Thank you, it’s a pleasure.” We ended our words. No one had ever ordered that much canvas prints, what could anyone possibly do with that many? I had to calm down my excitement for I had a meeting to go to and my beautiful to drop off at pre-school.