MOM! I shouted as I entered the door. I tossed my book bag on my white leather couch. My mom came running. What is it sweetheart she asked. I told her about my new lame project. She fiddled nervously. I asked her if I could get a blood sample to see if I was related to any ancient dudes. But darling, aren't you afraid of needles she asked eagerly. Never mind I practically shouted. I marched up into my room. She never tells me anything. I had been taking a course in reading hieroglyphics. I went into my closet to pick out an outfit for my date with Brad, my soulmate. When I was looking for my favorite skirt, I came across this old piece of paper written in hieroglyphics. Old was an understatement. At least a couple thousand years old. I read it and it said " I king Tutankhamen declare that my greatest grandchild shall be named Clay Tutcker and she shall be the greatest ruler Egypt has ever had." Wow I thought. They can't be talking about me. Or can they? I really hope they aren't. Or do I?
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An Egyptian girl
Historical FictionClay has a family tree project. When she searches her history, she manages,to trace it back to Egyptian times. Will Clay let her great great and lots more greats grandpa pharaoh get to her head? Or will she follow her dream of being a country star?
