The Diary Introduction: One day, a young woman named Elise came upon a spiral bound notebook while she was walking along a river. She promised herself she would not read it but she opened it to see if there was a name. She could not find one so she flipped to the last journal entry to see the date: September 3, 1991. She thought, this person is long gone… it is probably okay to read this. She started reading. Elise thought it was remarkable and turned it into a book. This is the girl's story that inspired millions of people. 2/2/91 Age:12 Today I haven't really done much. But I did go meet Michie! She is my new sister we adopted. She is from London! I can't wait to have a little sister. Michie is coming in a few weeks. It will be summer when she comes and we will go swimming. I think I forgot to tell you she is 10 years old! So she isn't really a "little" sister. I am 12 years old. I just wish I could've been able to play dolls and dress up with her. She's probably not into that kind of stuff. This is sorta off topic but I really like the name Michie. It's nice. I can't wait until she comes! My mom says that I need to write some poetry to improve my writing skills… I guess I'll give it a try. Here it is: Me and Michie Michie and Me We'll be Sisters In a Week or Three There'll be Misters Who Make us Cry There'll be fights But We'll Always be Friends in the End Me and Michie Michie and Me Until next time, Delaney

The Acrom Sorry, this is not a #poem, my phone wouldn't work. Chrissa hurried to put on her chevron print rain boots. Today was her first day as an Acrom. She would be working the tunnels. "It's hard work, no place for a girl!", her father told Chrissa. "I don't care! It's one of the only thing the Nevrin lets us choose, and I want to be an Acrom!" Chrissa cried. She did not yell much but choosing her career was very important to her. The Nevrin was ver strict and did not let them choose very many things. She was glad they were aloud to pick their clothing because their city, Thartas, had some of the best clothing and fashion. Their family was wealthy so they had a wide variety of things to choose from. "Hurry, Chrissa! I've got your coat right here," Mrs. Marshley urged her. "I'm almost done, just got to brush my hair!" Chrissa replied. Just then, the Nevrin car pulled up. "Hurry up, they're here!" Mrs. Marshley said in a hushed voice. Knock, knock, knock… Chrissa was still not ready. "Oh, hello! Chrissa is just putting on her coat, she'll be out in a minute!" Mrs. Marshley greeted them. You could tell she was nervous. Chrissa could'nt tell why. "We can't have any more slip ups like this. You remember what happened to the brother, don't you?" The man in the black suit whispered in her ear. She nodded rapidly looking down the whole time. " Get in the car," the man said. She hurried to the car , which was more of a limousine, and slipped into the grey leather seats. There were plenty of other kids in there her age, all looking around like confused pigeons. "You've caused us a lot of trouble, Chrissa," the man said.

I'm Very Bad At Poetry Here's a valentine for some one you hate or dislike... Roses are Red Violets are Blue I Really Hate You You're Annoying