I just got in the car.Waiting for my mom felt like forever.Here I am, in my car, writing in my journal.Hi.My names Aleshia. My sister, Anna bugged me to write a story about my journal.Third grade wasn't so weird until a girl named Patricia traveled into my journal.Here's her story. Patricia landed on a hill. Where am I, she thought.One moment she was reading a book, then she was getting absorbed into a journal, which randomly appeared on her bedside table. Being a 12 year old seemed so hard, she thought, but now she was 13 and it seemed way harder.
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A trip into a 3rd grader's journal
FantasyPatricia lands on a hill.Where am I, she thinks.Then she sees people coming up the hill.She takes a deep breath and goes down.
