Last night, I sat down on my bed
And thought, as thinking is habit for me,
Of all the books that I had read
And all the stitches that were worked by me.
Month: February 2019
Katie, whose father is in the hospital due to an undetermined illness, is excited about some new pieces her school choir has been working on, until a girl named Mia starts making fun of her. After being assigned a solo, Katie excitedly comes home to find that her mother has forgotten her.
Read part one of this story here.
Read part two of this story here.
I went to the only person I knew who could possibly be of any help. I walked all that long ways back to the place I had just left that afternoon. The janitors were still there, the after-school activities were in full swing, and Miss Whitley was standing next to her piano, reading something aloud.
My parents came home with pizza the evening of Saturday, February 9th. I am lactose intolerant but I had two slices anyways. “Do you want to go to the thing at the bookstore?” my mother asked.
Katie is excited about some new pieces her school choir has been working on, until a girl named Mia starts making fun of her.
Read part 1 of this story here.
The next several days, we worked again at the music, and Mia was always waiting for me at the backpack table as we went out. She always had something to say. According to Mia, not only could I not sing, but I couldn’t read music, I couldn’t say things the right way, I couldn’t dress right, I was stupid, and I was a showoff.