Priya, My Little Author

She is quite the writer. It's no surprise as she's always been a big reader. It's definitely her favorite pastime. She tells me that she likes to write stories in her head; generating new plot lines daily, most likely based off her vivid and sometimes frightening dreams. Occasionally I will catch her daydreaming and she justifies it by telling me that she is writing a new story in her mind.

In her story writing she impresses me with her ability to capture the audience. I love the casual writing style and her humor as well. Here are two recent examples of her writing.

For girl scouts she had to find a picture of herself with others. She then had to write a story about the photo from the perspective of someone in the photo other than herself. She chose this photo of her first haircut and wrote the story as if she were the hairdresser.




"Oh, goodness", I say with a sigh, "Second day as a hairdresser and I already get paired up with a toddler". Just my luck, I think. She is wailing as I start cutting. SNAP! SNAP! Mom is taking a bunch of pics. Must be the kid's first haircut. Oh the memories. And I thought this was going to be a laid back job. The kid is squirming around so much I'm afraid I'm gonna cut her. Oh well, my life just gets easier and easier. Anyway, at the end of the hair cut she calms down. SNAP! Mom just got one of her pouty face. Well they are leaving now. GTG.

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This next one was a school project where they had to tell about a lesson learned. It did not have to be a true story. Her story is called "Never Make a Shark Angry!".

My name is Avery and I hope you learn a lot from this message. The story starts when I was 4. I didn't care much for rules, and when my family reached the aquarium I was sure I would feed a shark.

My brother, Ryan, was 7 at the time and he thought he knew everything. My sister, Skylar, was 12 and she told me that it was against the rules to feed the sharks. My parents didn't know of my plan.

Anyways when we got to the aquarium, my brother wanted to see the sting rays and jelly fishes. After that Skylar insisted on seeing the dolphins. Then Ryan coaxed my dad into taking him to the whale show. The whole family was dragged along to that. Skylar recalled mom saying the family would go see the seahorses, so we all did that. After a while, I got tired of wandering around. "I want to see the sharks!", I blurted. My family looked at me as if they hadn't noticed me before. "Alright dear", said my mother.

Soon enough, I found myself standing in front of the shark tank. My brother and sister were drawn to a tank across the hall. My mom and Dad went over to see what they were looking at. This was my chance!

While my family was distracted, I took a piece of bread from my sandwich and waved it over the shark tank.

Right now you are probably wondering if I have brain disease or something. I don't.

Anyways, the shark was looking at me hungrily. Suddenly, the shark leaped out of the tank and devoured me. At least I was still alive.

I pounded on the side of the shark. He wouldn't budge. Meanwhile, outside of the shark's mouth, people were probably panicking. Suddenly, the shark let go of me and spit me out.

UGH! Gross!

At least I'm fine. Well, let this be a lesson never to make a shark mad!