Haylynn came into our bedroom in her flannel pajamas. “Hey sis. Need help with that paper you have to write? You’ve been working since Wednesday. How much do you have?” Haylynn asked gently. Uh-oh. I took a deep breath and lifted up my paper. It read:114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHXxXaKff4t
I love pink flamingos.
Haylynn chuckled. “Writing is hard. Lets get to it. So, why do you like flamingos?” she asked.
“I like them because they are pink!! They don’t look like any other bird in the world,” I explained.
“Then lets say that!” Haylynn said.
Now my paper read:
I love pink flamingos because they are pink. They aren’t like any other bird that lives on Earth.
We read through my magazines, encyclopedias, and websites. I finally chose a fact. I wrote my final two sentences.
I love pink flamingos because they are pink. They aren’t like any other bird that lives on Earth. Flamingos are pink because of the shrimp they eat. Pink flamingos are great!
“Boom!!” Haylynn shouted.
It was 8:25pm now. “I’m going to go hit the hay,” I sighed. I was exhausted. Haylynn opened her laptop to finish her final 3 paragraphs of her essay. I can’t believe how much writing eighth graders have to do. Its crazy. I don’t know how long Haylynn worked because not long after I had buried my head in the blankets, I was lulled to sleep by the constant clicking on the keyboard.
Not after long, I fell into a dream.
I was on an airplane, flying to Aruba. Suddenly, I look out the window to see a pink flamingo flying right beside the plane. “Haylynn! Look!” I point out the window to show her. “It might get hurt!” Haylynn says.
The flamingo crashes through the window, sending glass flying everywhere. It ruffles its feathers and takes a seat on my lap.
I sat upright in my bed and gasped. Haylynn whirls her chair around. “You alright?” she asks.
“Yeah. Just weird dream,” I replied.
I laid down and fell asleep again.
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