"Sofie?" I asked astonishly. "Hi, I came to see you," said Sofie in her wheel chair. She looked so different, she looked tired, but happy to see me. Her leg was in a red cast, and her arm in a sling to not touch her ribs. Her cast was covered in signatures and messages. Some said "Get well soon," and some said, "Hope you feel better!" My eyes wandered from her cast to her sling. A navy colored material with white poka dots for decoration. She stared at me trying to figure out what I was thinking. I soon reasured her that I was glad to see her and hopes she feels better. She then smiled, and quickly said, "Thanks for talking, I have to go, but maybe I can see you soon, sometime!" "Of course," I said. She then rolled down the driveway to the car that I just now noticed that was probably her mother's.
Later that evening, I was thinking. I wondered if Sofie ever got scared. She always seems so confident, so sophosticated. I wanted to be like her, even if I was different, to be confident and be myself.
After my day dream, I remembered about an english paper due on Thursday. I deceided to get a start on it. Ummm, what is it going to be about, I thought. I retrived the assignment paper out of my backpack and started to read it. The guidelines said 8th Grade English class, a paper on something you think is wrong about the world, something that if you could, you would change. Hmmmmm, I thought. What should I write about? I got a piece of scratch paper and started to brainstorm ideas. War, no. Foolishness, no. Polluting, no. I couldn't deceide what to write! Then, the idea hit me like a wet pool noodle.
A/ N --- Hey guys, sorry this update took soooooooo long to get updated, with the busy holiday season, me moving to a new house, and all the craziness, I haven't had much time to write. Anyway, hope you guys liked it.
Bye, Emma
