Nonfiction

 Hi, my name is Allison. I have red hair. This paper is going to be about the time me and my friends went to Maine.  My friends' names are Allyssa and Isabella. Allyssa is actually my sister.

The sun shone brightly, illuminating the sky a bright baby blue. My childrens flipflops scraped the dirt road beneath my feet and I listened carefully to my sister as she talked.

If I were to give advice to a rising seventh-grader, I would tell them that they should bring a sweater––even if you think you won’t need one––because some classrooms are cold.

A special place 

My brother has a plant, a plant he needs to take care of in order to get a good grade. He left it outside over night... BAD IDEA. Now his plant is dead covered in snow. Not only is his plant dead, but so is his grade
 

In these times of trial stay close to the lord. For in him you will find comfort throughout these troubling days. His heart is open. Ready to except and love you for who you are. He listens to your prayers. Answering them in unexpected ways.

Conversation with yourself

If you had a conversation with yourself, before the coronavirus took over, what would you say? 


inspired by TreePupWriter's poem "A conversation with myself, three months ago"

   
    (Okay, be prepared for a rant. This will be fun.) 

You work all day non stop but you still have time for us, for dinner, for groceries, for school work, for graduations, honestly I don't know how you do it but that is why we have a special day of the year to celebrate all mothers everywhere.

Wish

If you could wish for one thing, what would it be? Why would you wish for it?