Brave

Tell the class

I stood up there at the front in front of all my friends. I'm only 6. The only news I had was my sister. I began with hello and led with I love her, "my sissys name in Paige and she is gorgeous. Sometimes she cries but that's ok I cry too. She has a book and it's very big and she writes a lot of words in it that sound cool and rhyme together. I don't quite understand them yet but I will soon. She writes in it when she's sad so I sit behind her quietly, hug her and watch". I then sat down. Later that day at home I was playing when I heard sis cry. I ran to her and there was blood running down her arm. She quickly shut the door and said she'll be out soon. I sat at the door and listened to her pain then she came out all clean. She hugged me to sleep that night until she opened her book, I can always tell when she does. I sat behind her as she wrote:

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She paints a pretty picture
But this story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist

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She then closed the book, turned around and hugged me. I asked her what it means but she won't say, all she says is I never want you to know.

I love her