Get to know me.
Um, hi. Sorry, I’m still getting used to saying things like hi, and other things like that, so for you, I talk funny. Well, you’ll learn more about that later.
My name is Flora Selin. I am almost 10 years old, so basically I should have just said that I was 9. I will tell you what I look like, even though there is a picture of me right there. See? Well, I am kind of funny looking, and every body, including you, believes that. Okay. So, I have well, I don’t really have an eye colour. The colours change by what mood that I am in. right now they are purple. I have bright red hair with natural orange and yellow streaks. For some reason, my hair splits in to weird kind of pointed big locks, so all together; my hair looks like fire, almost. I have pale ish skin, with freckles sprayed across my nose and cheeks. So, that’s pretty much me. So, I will continue the book now. Goodbye!
From,
Flora Selin.
CHAPTER 1: I GET BAD NEWS, REALLY BAD NEWS.
“Flora! Time to wake up. Your Abba and I have a surprise for you.” My Ima said. That meant; ‘Flora! Time to wake up. Your Abba and I have a surprise for you.’ By the way, Ima is Mom, and Abba means Dad. Ima opened the curtains and bright, blinding light streamed into my room. I opened my eyes and smiled up at Ima. She smiled back at me. I know some people are very tired and gross in the morning, but not me. I’m awake, when I’m awake. My hair stays in its weird locks all the time, but my hair does get very tangled. I got out of bed and stretched. I rubbed my eyes and said, “Good morning Ima!” That meant, ‘Good morning Ima!’ Ima combed her fingers through my hair and said, “How about you get dressed and then come downstairs for the surprise, okay?” That means ‘How about you get dressed and then come downstairs for the surprise, okay?’ I nodded. Ima kissed the top of my head and walked out of my room. I looked in my closet and pulled out my favorite outfit; a pair of overalls, shorts not pants, and a light blue T-shirt. I picked up a brush and started to brush my hair. I took off my pajamas and put on the cloths. I walked out and hopped down the stairs. Then I ran back up them, skidded into my room. I grabbed the leash that always hung on my bedpost, and then I ran back downstairs, skipping about 15 steps. I ran into the family room and found my Ima and Abba sitting on the couch holding hands and smiling. I stood in front of them and said, “Why are you smiling?” I knew what they were smiling about. The surprise. And that’s exactly what Abba said.
“Flora,” Ima said, “Your Abba and have made a decision.” That meant that she and Abba had made a decision. I got a bit nervous about the whole decision thing. “Um… what decision?” Ima and Abba’s smiles turned to grins. Abba leaned towards me and said, “The decision is… we’re moving!” What? I felt lightheaded. I managed to stammer, “We’re… moving?”
Chapter 2; WHAT ARE AIRPLANES?
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