By Makenzi ~ February 2008
For my mom
Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her name was Lydia. Lydia wasn’t an ordinary girl. She was a special girl. She was special because she was a amazing artist. She had won five golden first place trophies and ten silver first place ribbons. She had always loved gymnastics. She was only eight and was on the team! There was one thing Lydia didn’t know about herself. She was a very special person. Lydia was in 2nd grade. She was very good at math, reading and writing.
Lydia was excited. Her grandmother, who lived in a far away country, was coming to visit. Lydia had no clue that her grandma had a special secret. It was coming close to Christmas. Lydia was on her break. She would spend Christmas with her grandma.
Lydia went to her grandma’s inn. “Wow, I thought this was a hotel!”
“Well, it is a kind,” her mother explained. She had a great time. She got all she wanted: a puppy, a D.S., and a horse. Finally at Christmas dinner, her grandma said, “Lydia, there is something you don’t know.”
“What?”
“I am a queen.”
“A QUEEN!!!!”
“Calm down, Lydia. Well, this means you are a princess.”
“REALLY? I’m a p-p-pr-rincess?”
“Yes.”
“Wow! Grandma, what I am a princess of?”
“Genovia,” said her grandma. “I’m taking you there tomorrow.”
“What about school and friends?”
“You’ll bring two friends. You’ll have a tutor.”
“Yeah!” She lived happily ever after.
The End.
1 comment:
Makenzi's writing style seriously reminds me of mine when I was in the 2nd grade. How neat to see a new generation's writing - makes us seem a bit antiquish. When I come home, I can retrieve the stories I wrote at her age - you have some too Erin?
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