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I am lending my BFF my Harry Potter book and my American Girl Book. She will read them, then return them to me. I like to lend her things.
I held the cup filled with candy over my head of soft curls. I had been nominated for the team a year before, and finally we had scored the goals we needed and we had won our team game. As a child, only eight then, the candy, chocolate, and chewing gum in the big golden trophy was the sweetest, best-ever thing that I'd ever tasted.
"Yes, that's right, Lis," said Dad. Lisbon smiled. She flipped back her long brown hair. OK. I'm ready. She tried again, filming the video of her tossing orange peel into the green holey bin and smiling and talking about it. She wondered if the science teacher Ms. Stacy Staygreen would like it. Ms. Staygreen was quite particular about homework. And she found out the next day.
"Recycling is important to the environment. It saves our resources, it helps the Earth, it saves us and all of humankind. On Sunday I've organized an afternoon recycling program and parade for anyone who wants to join," Lisbon grinned, finishing her report. Everyone cheered and clapped some half-heartily.
At lunch Ms. Staygreen called her away. "I loved your report, Lisbon - it was beautiful and smart. I'll be at your parade," she said.
Lisbon had done it.
THE END
PS. Anyone notice the teacher's name? Staygreen? As in Stay Green?! Ha, ha, ha!
Growing up is great. You get to demonstrate talents and discover them. You can do this by journal writing. I had that at school once.
Demonstrate your talent in writing. Write a book. Keep a diary. It works for many people.
- Lea Hope B.
I leaned forward to better see the demonstration. "So, you know, this is our Solar System," Jaden was saying. I backed up, disgusted. School demonstrations by Jaden suck. But I knew everyone would love mine. When it was my turn, I proudly showed everyone my electricity unit. I gave a clear speech. I got an A.
"Swing your hips, that's it," my dance teacher reminded me. My tight to the skin hip-hop outfit pinched and Ms. Rivers kept having to remind me to stand up straight and smile.
The fall air was foggy and cool; Jade sat on the swing humming under the big maple tree, swinging higher and higher with every wonderful pump of her legs, looking down at the grass scattered with skittering sad leaves, soaring to the pale stormy sky, sailing above the lands of worry and insecurity, into the bliss realms of happiness.
"i am professional!" she yelled angrily. She was, she was... but the world couldn't see it yet. Make yourself manifest, and then you will know the joy of being recognized and treated with that respect that you deserve.
She wants to be a professional lawyer. She studies hard, works endlessly, hoping that one day, she can achieve her goal.
Professional means that you're very good at something; you know your stuff. Study hard, and one day - you'll get my dream.
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