In life one has to face a huge assortment of nauseating fads and good advice.
So... I made a new friend! Her name is Christine, and she kindly took pity on me and ate lunch with me when I was sitting all alone. Apparently, she's in my religion class, a fact that neither of us realized till we were comparing courses. She's a vegetarian too!
Lunchtime is my "meet random people" time since I can only have lunch with Jeannie and crew on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. Russian gets in the way, but I'm actually learning the alphabeth! Go me!
For religion, we had to surf this website about religion in the context of September 11th, and I was also reading stuff for my short story class when the site got too depressing (which happened often.) The site was discussing the nature of evil, I was getting rapidly more upset, and I needed an outlet for my emotional turmiol, so... I wrote a really weird, slightly disturbing story.
My name is Julie Abigail McMillan, and I’m eight-and-a-half years old. I have long blonde hair that my mommy puts in two braids like Pocahontas, and I have to wear ugly round glasses that cover up my pretty green eyes. That’s ok, though, because I look like I’m smart, and my teachers like me. Today, I made a new friend from the other third grade class. Her name was Karen. We met at recess down by the old apple tree. It doesn’t actually have apples on it any more, but Miss Johnson told our class that it had crabapples which are like real apples but gross and we shouldn’t eat them. Of course, the apples aren’t on the tree any more- they’re on the ground all around it. Karen was looking at the apples. She was picking them up one by one and dusting them off and throwing them and catching them and just doing crazy things. I went over there, and I said, “What are you doing to those apples?”
She said, “I’m looking for one to eat.”
I put my hands on my hips just like Miss Johnson. “Those apples aren’t for eating. Those are crabapples!”
“You’re a crabapple,” she told me.
“You’re mean!” I stuck my tongue out at her, and we both started laughing. I knew that she knew I wasn’t an apple- I wasn’t round or anything!
“Wanna play catch?” she asked me. I looked at her- she had really short brown hair that was cut like a boy’s, and her arms flapped sort of- they weren’t all muscle-y or anything.
“Sure!” So, we tossed an apple back and forth, and then we took two and were trying to juggle and throw the apples at the same time. Soon, Jason LaRue came walking up. He was the cutest boy in the whole third grade. He had curly blonde hair and eyes that were the same blue as the sky when the clouds are all wispy- not when they’re big and fluffy. Jason played on the Little League baseball team, and that’s why a bunch of girls went to all of the games.
“Think fast!” he said, tossing an apple to Karen. I guess she was surprised or something because it hit her in the forehead. Jason didn’t throw it that hard, but I guess because her head was so soft and round, it had more to hurt because she started crying.
“You’re mean!” she yelled, and she threw an apple at Jason. He caught it with one hand (I did say he was on Little League, right?), and he looked really surprised. “I’m sorry-”
All of the sudden, Karen went all weird. She started throwing all the apples she could reach at Jason. “I hate you!” she screamed as Jason began to back away, looking almost scared, “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU!”
Miss Johnson came over then and let Karen away. She’s in a place called a “sie-lum” now, but I don’t think I’ll visit her. She’s too weird.
Lunchtime is my "meet random people" time since I can only have lunch with Jeannie and crew on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. Russian gets in the way, but I'm actually learning the alphabeth! Go me!
For religion, we had to surf this website about religion in the context of September 11th, and I was also reading stuff for my short story class when the site got too depressing (which happened often.) The site was discussing the nature of evil, I was getting rapidly more upset, and I needed an outlet for my emotional turmiol, so... I wrote a really weird, slightly disturbing story.
My name is Julie Abigail McMillan, and I’m eight-and-a-half years old. I have long blonde hair that my mommy puts in two braids like Pocahontas, and I have to wear ugly round glasses that cover up my pretty green eyes. That’s ok, though, because I look like I’m smart, and my teachers like me. Today, I made a new friend from the other third grade class. Her name was Karen. We met at recess down by the old apple tree. It doesn’t actually have apples on it any more, but Miss Johnson told our class that it had crabapples which are like real apples but gross and we shouldn’t eat them. Of course, the apples aren’t on the tree any more- they’re on the ground all around it. Karen was looking at the apples. She was picking them up one by one and dusting them off and throwing them and catching them and just doing crazy things. I went over there, and I said, “What are you doing to those apples?”
She said, “I’m looking for one to eat.”
I put my hands on my hips just like Miss Johnson. “Those apples aren’t for eating. Those are crabapples!”
“You’re a crabapple,” she told me.
“You’re mean!” I stuck my tongue out at her, and we both started laughing. I knew that she knew I wasn’t an apple- I wasn’t round or anything!
“Wanna play catch?” she asked me. I looked at her- she had really short brown hair that was cut like a boy’s, and her arms flapped sort of- they weren’t all muscle-y or anything.
“Sure!” So, we tossed an apple back and forth, and then we took two and were trying to juggle and throw the apples at the same time. Soon, Jason LaRue came walking up. He was the cutest boy in the whole third grade. He had curly blonde hair and eyes that were the same blue as the sky when the clouds are all wispy- not when they’re big and fluffy. Jason played on the Little League baseball team, and that’s why a bunch of girls went to all of the games.
“Think fast!” he said, tossing an apple to Karen. I guess she was surprised or something because it hit her in the forehead. Jason didn’t throw it that hard, but I guess because her head was so soft and round, it had more to hurt because she started crying.
“You’re mean!” she yelled, and she threw an apple at Jason. He caught it with one hand (I did say he was on Little League, right?), and he looked really surprised. “I’m sorry-”
All of the sudden, Karen went all weird. She started throwing all the apples she could reach at Jason. “I hate you!” she screamed as Jason began to back away, looking almost scared, “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU!”
Miss Johnson came over then and let Karen away. She’s in a place called a “sie-lum” now, but I don’t think I’ll visit her. She’s too weird.