I got ten out of ten on my math test last week. Dad promised if I got perfect, he’d buy me a stuffed animal. So I named her Angel, and she came with me everywhere.
Mrs. Spehar taught us about letters today. I filled a whole sheet of paper with the word “dirb” until my teacher told me it’s spelled “bird.” I also learned how to write my name, Michelle with a big M.
In grade 5, I didn’t like how tall I was.
I used my long legs for track and the basketball team. I was the fastest girl in my grade for the 100-meter sprint. My basketball coach used me for blocking all the other team’s shots.
But I didn’t like how tall I was.
Whether it’s a cloudy day or you just burnt your family’s Thanksgiving dinner, read this post and I will (hopefully) help you forget about it.
Monday, 6:30 am. You wake up to your brother barging in your room and taking your last pair of white ankle socks, leaving the drawer and bedroom door wide open. You check your phone, no texts. So you close your eyes and rest your mind. Your body’s relaxed, your feet numb into nothing. Then you get hit with the sudden urge to pee.
And you’re like:
