My Diary and Me

I sat on the sidelines, and watched the "star player" of my basketbatll team score. "Woo-hoo!" yelled our coach. Hi, I'm Sarah Wallace. Let me introduce everyone. The "star player" of my team is my twin sister, Courtney. Our coach is my Dad, Micheal Wallace. Courtney and I are fraternal twins. We are in 7th grade, and have totally different personalities. I am a gymnast. Courtney is a basketball player. The only reason I'm here is because my mom, Lillian Wallace, or Lilly for short, says that"I need to do some running." I don't agree with her at all! However, I sneaked my diary in here, so when I'm bored, and "on the bench", which I always will be, I can write in it. Here is today's entry:

Dear Diary,
I'm bored, as usual, at a boring basketball game. I hope this ends soon-wait a second! It's the last 1 minute in the 4th quarter! I better put this away, or Dad will find out!

-Sarah Wallace

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The Living Stick

The Living Stick

When I need to concentrate, I imagine a metallic stick. The metallic stick has a human touch. The metallic stick looks like a piece of gym equipment. He kicks a thought I don't need like punting a soccer ball, and puts thoughts that I would need later, into boxes marked with a "Fragile" label. He silently rolls the boxes away. There is a background with clouds, and birds chirping. He closes a black curtain. Now, I have a clear mind.