I know some people like critters--mice, rats, possums, squirrels--but they drive me insane. Maybe it's the endless battles trying to keep them out of my garden or from attacking my chickens. And then there's the issue explore in this excellent personal narrative by 6th grader Ivy B. It's a long read, but definitely worth it!
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Hi I’m Olly, and I’m a volleyball. The team is using me for a game. This is my perspective of it…
Ouch! Where do all those hits come from? Oh no someone is tossing me up, and I know what’s coming next. BAM! I hit the floor. The crowds cheering, whistles blowing, hopefully it will be over soon. But no, they throw me to the over team and it starts all over again. And sometimes, the players hit me so hard, to where I hit someone’s face and blood goes everywhere! I didn’t know I was that strong. Will the bullying ever stop? After the “game” they just put me in basket with the other volleyballs like I’m nothing. While they’re going out to dinner! Like do I get a celebration? Nope. The other volleyballs know what i’m talking about, we experience this every day! Isn’t this a no place for hate school? Then there’s the second half. Again, they keep hitting me like I’m nothing. I hate being a volleyball. This personal narrative, submitted by 7th grader Annie C, is pretty much the only reason I'd ever go to Alabama. Click read more to see if you agree.
I've been looking forward to posting this story since Kate first told me about the idea. It's a long and satisfying read; it's truly some of the best writing I've seen this year. Thanks for sharing, Kate!
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