I spent about three fourths of my time outside on the ground, and I love every minute of it, but it is all ruined by my mother. "Liesel get in here, now! Your potatoes are getting cold!" I slowly walk inside, if it's what you call walking, I slowly drag my feet, trying not at all to get inside soon. "Hurry up!" Shrieked my mother, like a banshee.
After dinner my parents went to bed and let me be. I decided to write some poetry which is one of the things no one insults me for being bad at. I sharpened the lead to a point and wrote on the fresh page. "The world is like a grape, you put too much pressure and it splats." A pause of silence, while I really thought about this one. "Meowwwww!" Realizing I forgot to feed my cat, Margot, I grabbed my jacket and opened the door. We're so weird we keep cat food outside. There was a shuffle in the back bushes. I flicked on the flashlight and crept towards the back. The wall was gone.
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The Other Side of the Wall
Narrativa generaleLiesel longs to go to the other side of the brick wall in her backyard. When she decides to sneak out to see the other side she finds there is more to the wall then it seems.
