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Tuesday Quick Write

Kate Messner hosts Tuesday Quick Write here. 

Today's Tuesday Quick Write assignment is to write about an emotional childhood event as fiction...hmmm, I always seem to get stuck on unimportant details and rule following during these quick writes, but I'm going to try and resist that today. I'll write about starting a new school. I did it in the fourth grade, but I'm going to change lots of details since the prompt says to stay close to the emotion, not necessarily the details. Thanks to Nora Raliegh Baskin for providing this prompt. 

My eyes fly open and my breath gets caught in my throat. It's the first day of school. It's the first day at a new school. UGH! Why did we have to move? Stupid moving. My old school was just fine. I knew everyone and they knew me and now I don't know anyone. If I skooch way down to the bottom of my bed and lie perfectly still maybe mom won't..."Ellie! Ellie, are you awake?" mom yells from down the hall. I hold my breath, hoping she'll be distracted by my stinky little brother. "Ellie? Ellie! ELLIE! Get up! I don't have time..." she continues as she leaves my bedroom. There's no point in trying anything when mom's in this kind of mood. 

I'm all tangled up in my sheets when Michael comes barrelling in and leaps onto my bed. "GOOD MORNING! SMELLY ELLIE!" We both fall onto the floor and are laughing when mom appears in the doorway. Arms crossed she smirks, just a bit as she commands, "Get dressed and downstairs in six minutes." She looks at her watch and announces, "GO!" We scramble around trying to beat each other and for a moment I forget what's waiting ahead of me. 
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  1. jJuly 8, 2014 at 8:26 AM

    I love it! I'm already invested in Ellie! What happens on her first day, I wonder? I think it's neat how the title of today's quick write corresponds with your Slice post, too.

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