I was looking good. Like, totally. I was in a pink dress with puffy sleeves. I had my mom do my hair, and she piled it up in a bun and topped it with a shiny bow. My shoes were high heels–silver with pink and purple decorations. I wore a necklace and rings and big earrings. My looks were important, too. This was the day of my thirteenth birthday party, and I was prepared to have a blast with my friends. It was going to be so fun to hang out with Sandra and Brittany and Lisa. Of course, there would be other people coming too. My mom made me invite the whole entire class to the party. I was so mad at her for that! She said that she didn’t want any kids to be left out. I said what did it matter–it wasn’t like I would climb to the top of the school and yell out who was coming to my party! I said so, too. And do you know what she said? She said, “Olivia, it would be the polite thing to do.” And without even asking me if it was okay, she went ahead and invited everybody from my class. I guess asking the boys to come was okay, especially the cute ones. But then she invited everybody else. She invited Audrey.
Month: October 2018
Glob of jelly
Between some whole wheat—
Little purple Mount Everest.
Squish the bread
Down goes the jelly
Down goes purple Mount Everest.
I was drinking a glass of milk when I saw the very small object on the kitchen counter. Not knowing what it was, I set out to find the answer to this question. It was a very scientific question. I liked that. I am a very scientific person. The question was also challenging. I liked that, too, as I enjoy being challenged. Continue reading
Slapping and thumping, we play out there,
Four feet shod, two feet bare
There’s thorns, there’s prickles, there’s gnats in the air,
But we’re playing basketball. We don’t care.