1863 Chapter 2 When Izzy woke up the streams of sun were blazing in her face. "Sunday," she murmured slightly. "Sunday... #poem... Social studies...Thumper..." "#poem!" She sat up immediately. Izzy quickly slipped on her bunny slippers and raced downstairs. She looked at the clock 7:30 "Good, two hours all to my self" She sighed of relief. She started. Chains. Chains. Chains. My #life would be all mixed up to slave the white both day and night. "Hmm, I need to come up with a brilliant add on to that to get a good grade. Something that rhymes with Chain... Plane, Plains!" Chains. Chains. Chains. My #life would be all mixed up to slave the white both day and night. The aces I would have down on the plains planting sobbing, moaning of pain scarlet fever has broken out. All the white do is shout. Get up you lazy bag of bones for it is us who own the royal thrones. The sick ones left to die in pain no family food or water all day none of us will survive because the whites thought we were not to thrive. "Well look at that." Said Izzy "thirty minutes left and I finished my #poem." To relax Izzy got some cereal and turned on the TV. Her freakishly cute cat that looked like a bunny, Thumper, jumped up next to her. "Hey Thumps." Yawned Izzy. "What do you want to watch?" Little Thumper just stared at what was already on. "C'mon Thumper! Not another marathon of the Doodle Bops!" After that well, Thumper jumped off.

Bed Time My bed time was a 9:10 and I can't sleep! So I'll write my second chapter

1863 Chapter 1 Chains. chains. chains. My #life would be all mixed up. I would slave the white all day and night. "Hmm," thought Izzy. "Hey mom what do you think about my Social Studies #poem?" "I think it's lovely Isabelle, but I told you 3 times already to get ready for bed. Izzy glared at the clock 9:30. "But it's Saturday!" Izzy gloomed. "Sweetie you stayed up till well three last night. It's time to go to bed!" Ugh! Thought Izzy as she trudged upstairs. Dęär Dįãrÿ, My #life is so unfair! It's 100 pm and my mother's making me go to bed in 2 minutes. All the other kids get to stay up all night! (It's Saturday) I want to write. I need to write my #poem. But to night is not that night. "Okay Izzy!" Her father boomed in his jolly Santa voice. Time for bed. P.S. Dairy longer entry later.

Writing I love to write #poems! And about penguins, and about wild #life, and about nature, and about books, and I could do this all day! But sadly, I'm not.

The Tree It stands there for years through out the tough weather. The warmth of the fire makes me feel better. Through sleet, rain, hail, and wind. Somehow I feel sorry for my friend. When Spring storms are over and the green leaves are back I wait for fall, it's as simple as that.