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Author’s Note: This is very much the same as Laura Ingalls Wilder. This also something I found around that Eirren story, I think I wrote this when I was seven.
Chapter 1
I sat next to my little brother, Jake, he has a passion for sitting next to. I am turning eight years old tomorrow. I am sucking my juicy sucker. The wind blows my long brown curls, my green eyes sparkle. Mother looks out at us and smiles. I don’t have my daddy any more so I cry at night he was killed by a bear. Me and Jake are waiting for Jack Jingles, my favorite uncle! Suddenly I hear a low whistle and there is Jack Jingles blowing on his whistle. Toot-toot it sounded. I look around the clearing of grass then charge to Jack Jingles.
“Jack!” cries my mother and hurries out to meet my fathers brother. I am embraced in a family hug. For a moment I feel as though my family has gone together again, but then a remember that Jack Jingles is not my father but his brother, that’s as close as I can get to father I think…
“Shara!” shouts Jack. “You’ve grown…..” Jack continued on like this for what seemed like twenty minutes but it was really only four. I grin. I love having Jack around.
Sorry that was short and that’s all I found in the folder.
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LOL awwww thats pretty good
LOL awwww thats pretty good for seven. Mybrothers seven and he cant even spell anything properly...but he has dyslexia so i guess thats why...but hes over it now AND instead of playing PS2 he should be writing...
lol anyway sorry about that i hope he reads this lol
ok well CYA! lol
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