Don’t Stay Up So Late

She mixed it with a paddle and took a bath. She got out her blanket and dried off. Then she went back to her tent and put on her clothes, which she got from her stomach. She called a taxi, and it came. She had to ride on top because she was too big to fit into the taxi. She dented the taxi, and the taxi was crushed into small pieces, even the taxi driver. She felt sad, so she moved to her own big island and lived happily ever after.

by Reyannah Nelson-Chambers

in a small toWn there is a girl named Aaron. She is thirteen years old. Twelve years ago her mom died of a disease spreading around the colon. Aaron now lives with her stepmother, Aveil, pronounced like evil. When her mom died, Aaron had to move, and she missed those times when her life was simpler.

“Aaron! Wake up! You’re late!” Aveil said. Her aunt Rose said, “Don’t wake her up. She can wake up when she wants to and spend a whole entire day with us.” Aunt Rose was the nice one.

Aaron jumped out of bed, looked in her old raggy basket, pulled out overalls and a dirty white shirt, and ran down the stairs. “Hey, sweetie,” Aunt Rose said. “What are you wearing? I can’t have you going outside dressed like that, now go upstairs and change. You can go in my dresser and pick out something special.”

“Oh, she doesn’t have time for that now,” Aveil yelled. “Now sit,” she barked. “Eat your oatsy-oatsee.”

Aaron sat down and stuffed almost the whole bowl in her mouth.