Madison is my BFF in my class. She's an awful speller, though.
Anyway.................................................................................
We lined up.
A boy in the first grade had to spell 'girl'.
"G-R-I-L. Girl," he said hopefully. "Nope!" screamed Gabriella Bouler, who is my worst aunt and we share the same last name [Bowl-er.] Then a girl named Molly Ann Digby in the same line spelled it correctly. I know her really well. Then I couldn't care about the rest. Then my number one turn.
"Mnemonic, Sammie," said my worst aunt. "M-N-E-M-O-N-I-C, mnemonic." "YES!!!!!!"
Madison spelled 'chocolate' (easy word) wrong as 'choklat'. I love Coccoa-Cola, which she also spelled wrong as 'coccokola'. Uh, so easy. If she wrote
'I love chocolate and Coccoa-Cola'
it would be, sadly
'I love choklate and coccokola'
Anyway, I came home from school. My brother's girlfriend, Nikoll Sonali O'Malley, Nikoll, was pouring us glasses of soda. Nikoll smiled at me. "Hi Sammie. Here, have some cookies and soda." I took a glass of soda and a big baggie of Peanut Ahoys, which is what we call Nikoll's peanut butter cookies. Yummy!!!!!!!!!!!!! I heard a knock on the door. A pretty, tangly-haired girl that had pasta-colored hair and hazel eyes was there. Her face has a few Karatanziansycloh [a bad sickness like chicken pox] on it, but she was fine, it's lifelong to Karatanzian newcomers. I knew because she was wearing a small green knit hat with silvery sparkles. It's the charm and proof of the people in Karatanzian's cure. I shook her hand smoothly. Her hand was warm and secure. She had on a pink sweatershirt on that said 'Karatanzian' on it in red letters. She had on a cute demn miniskirt and small yellow clogs. She had a rose quartz-colored suitcase in one hand, and a huge book in the other. I lead her into our pretty kitchen, which has pink floral walls and delicate red flooring. I told her she could put her things on the table and have a snack. She asked what it was, and I brought her a glass of soda and a big baggie of Peanut Ahoys. She finished her snack and told her where to freshen up if needed. She washed her face and came back into my room. She unpacked her suitcase-
- a ruby-red cardigan with amber buttons
- a pair of colorful, checkered socks
- a yellow short-sleeved dress
- a magenta skort
- a pair of plain white socks
- a pair of plain red socks
- a quilted-jacket that was sky blue
- a thin jacket
- a blue beret
- a heavy sweater
- a regular sweater
- a light sweater
- a bunch of hair doo-dads and thingamijigs
- two bottles of hand cream
- bubble gum toothpaste and a green toothbrush
- a headband
- a bunch of books
- a million t-shirts
I found out her name was Roberta-Mia. She was American but forced to live in Karatanzian. Sooner than soon she had to come here to Woodsweet. She was shy but sweet. She soon changed into a magenta skort, an orange shirt, and a light sweater. She combed her hair till it was shiny and soft.
I had {and are having} a good day!!!!
Roberta-Mia types now! Hi all. I'm Roberta-Mia. I am an arty color-fan who's always chilly.
Sammie and her new friend
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