I want to write a story but I don't know what of. First I thought of writing a story about a girl who lived on a Carribean Island. Then I thought of a girl in Chile, Italy, or France. There are so many options!
About April 5th, I worked everything out about my grades. I now have all A's! Yeah!
Today is cleaning day! Blah! I hate cleaning! I wish I could just push a button and my room would be clean! Cleaning is a very slow process. When Mindy and I were little, we'd be cleaning and we would find a toy we hadn't played with in ages. We'd start playing and Mom would get so mad! Mindy and I were mischevious little tikes!
I wish I had my own room. Then it wouldn't be so messy. My room would be perfect! I will draw a picture of it on the next page:
My bedspread would have butterflies or flowers on it. My desk would have a chair for it so I could do schoolwork there. My room today has a CD player on it so I am not able to work there.
Gotta go! Adios!
P.S. Yes, my twelve-year-old handwriting was atrocious. I promise it's better now.
P.P.S. For all of my former students that claimed they couldn't fix their penmanship, I call bull****.