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By: Emma Onofre6th Grade collaborative project with Ms. Blue and Mrs. Dahl
Patrick Henry Math, Science, Technology Magnet
2020
Thing Are Not Always What You Believe
By: Emma Onofre
I dedicate this book to my sister
I happily sprang out of bed and quickly got ready for the day. I put on my new ironed school uniform, brushed my teeth and hair. As I ran down the stairs I could smell the freshly made biscuits, the crisp bacon, and the buttery farm fresh eggs. I could tell that Mrs. and Mr. Perston were trying very hard to be good parents to me since I was adopted. I have only been living here for about one month, so I am still getting used to the Perston farm.
“Good morning Mrs. and Mr. Perston”, I said as I sat down at the kitchen Island.
“Good Morning Luana. Ready for your first day of school?”, she placed a large plate of breakfast magic.
As I started to eat I realized that I didn't have as much of an appetite as I thought. Hunger was replaced with the first day of school jitters. I took a few last bites and grabbed my new BT21 backpack that was hanging by the door.
As I was about to head out the door Mrs. Perston handed me a brown paper bag that had my lunch in it and said “Have a great day at school. Ms. Jonson is one of the most understanding and kind people you are lucky to have as your teacher.”
I opened the front door and saw that Mr. Perston was waiting for me in his newly washed red pickup truck. After I said that I could walk to school, he insisted on giving me a ride on his way to town. I am not used to people doing me favors and taking care of me this way, I know they were trying very hard to make me feel welcome. I hopped into the truck and waved goodbye at Mrs. Perston who had an encouraging smile on her face. Mr. Perston drove very fast so fast that my head bonked against the headrest a few times and my cheeks were flapping from the impact of the wind. My once neat braids had come undone and my hair became frizzy. How was I supposed to make a good first impression now? After a crazy 6-minute drive, we arrived at my new school Biden Preparatory School! The school was a large brick building with clear glass windows and a huge oak door.
“Good morning Mrs. and Mr. Perston”, I said as I sat down at the kitchen Island.
“Good Morning Luana. Ready for your first day of school?”, she placed a large plate of breakfast magic.
As I started to eat I realized that I didn't have as much of an appetite as I thought. Hunger was replaced with the first day of school jitters. I took a few last bites and grabbed my new BT21 backpack that was hanging by the door.
As I was about to head out the door Mrs. Perston handed me a brown paper bag that had my lunch in it and said “Have a great day at school. Ms. Jonson is one of the most understanding and kind people you are lucky to have as your teacher.”
I opened the front door and saw that Mr. Perston was waiting for me in his newly washed red pickup truck. After I said that I could walk to school, he insisted on giving me a ride on his way to town. I am not used to people doing me favors and taking care of me this way, I know they were trying very hard to make me feel welcome. I hopped into the truck and waved goodbye at Mrs. Perston who had an encouraging smile on her face. Mr. Perston drove very fast so fast that my head bonked against the headrest a few times and my cheeks were flapping from the impact of the wind. My once neat braids had come undone and my hair became frizzy. How was I supposed to make a good first impression now? After a crazy 6-minute drive, we arrived at my new school Biden Preparatory School! The school was a large brick building with clear glass windows and a huge oak door.