Tomorrow I hope she changes, 

I hope she turns back into the person I used to know
 
Seven years and then everything changed

I don't recognize her anymore but there's nothing I can do

All the memories still there in my head like ghosts,

You can feel them but you can't reach out and actually grab them

All of the laughs and even the fights

We were always there for each other

Now we can barely look at each other 

Tomorrow I want my best friend back

 

Tomorrow I hope for a lot of things

I hope that I get the shoes I want

I hope I get pizza for dinner 
But that isn’t important now is it?

There is something I hope for every day 

Which is for everyone to stop being so mean
As amazing as people are, they can be quite awful too

I hear people every day talking 

And talking 

And talking 

And talking 

What are they talking about?

Let me tell you 
Jess is calling Katie a dumb piece of garbage 

Katie is calling Joe a retard

Joe is saying to Carl that girls are no good for anything besides cooking 

Carl is saying to Brad that he only hooked up with that girl for her body
Sometimes I wish people would stop talking 

Why do these people feel the need to be so mean?
This is your daily reminder to be kind

Don’t talk poorly about someone 

Tomorrow I hope to go to KFC.  I’ve always wanted to go there because the food looks so good.  I ask mom and dad to go and they say, “Y-E-S, Yes!”

Five hours later, we are going to KFC. Out of nowhere, Big Chungus, a giant ten feet tall, four feet wide rabbit pushes us off the road.

The car crashes into a rock.  We get out of the car. We are really hungry. We look around and see a rock shaped like a potato.

My sister says, “I’m eating that potato.”

Mom looks down and sees ants carrying a bag of potato chips.  Mom says, “I’m eating those potato chips.”

Dad sees yogurt in the car and says, “I’m eating that yogurt.”

I look around and see a zero star restaurant in the middle of nowhere.  “Instead of eating all that junk, let’s go to that restaurant,” I say.

“What is the name of that restaurant?” my sister asks.

Dad sees a faded away sign.  “I think it says Barney’s Bugs,” Dad says.

Week 15 tomorrow


Tomorrow I hope I will catch my first coyote in my traps down by our corn pile. Also, I will skin him out and hang him on my wall. I will go fishing and catch a lot of brook trout the river behind my house that I can keep and eat. When I get done gutting the trout so I can cook them my dad says I don’t have to go to the barn. Next I will cook the trout and eat them for dinner and they will taste delicious.


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                                                           Wyatt