Sophie Foster's Diary [COMPLETE]

July 19, 2008

Over the course of the summer, my parents tried to convince me to go to Grade 5. So far, they have not succeeded. 

My parents are persistent people, and it is rather annoying to be chased with questions all summer long when you are supposed to be relaxing, ahem.

I once had to run all the way to the city's closest park to get some peace and quiet. And then my parents called the police, of course. So I reluctantly returned.

Today I had planned on hiding in the laundry basket all day after lunch.

Unfortunately, my parents struck first.

It was probably 10 in the morning, and I was continuing my drawing of Ella that I never had a chance to complete back in class. I had retrieved it the next day at school. As I picked up my bright blue crayon, ready to colour Ella (again), a shadow passed over me (again).

I groaned. "What is it with adults always bothering me while I colour? Can't you do it while I'm doing something else?" I asked.

My mother sighed. "Sophie, listen, I know you don't want to—"

"Yeah, I don't. Why are you forcing me?" I asked.

"I wasn't asking you to skip grades—"

"Really?" I perked up. Maybe my attitude was finally getting at them.

"Yeah, but I do still want you to consider it. It'll be great for your education."

"What did you want to say?" I said. 

"Oh, I just printed some Grade 5 worksheets for you to try out. If you think it's suitable for you—"

I grabbed the sheets. "I know, I know,"

But before she'd even left my room, I said, "Mom, this is too easy,"

She spun around, surprised. "Then why don't you give it a try?"

I sighed. "Alright," I said. "Fine, as long as you do one thing."

My mom beamed. "Anything," She said happily.

"Let me finish my drawing," I pleaded, holding up Ella's drawing.

My mom laughed as she walked out the door. "Of course, honey,"