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.
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