by Jess
(IL)
A girl walked toward me. Her face was nervous, but she also looked like something else. Sad? Hopeful?
She held a handful of grass towards me. I eagerly grabbed at it, but she drew away, dropping the grass and laughing nervously.
" I know, I'm a scaredy cat!" she told me.
The girl walked to the fence, eying me warily, and sat down. She studied me for a while, then started crying.
"Just because of a stupid old gun!" she sobbed.
I walked over to her and nuzzled her. She jumped.
" Sorry old girl!" she said. I soon found out that her grandpa had died. she also told me her name was Jess.
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Sorry its so short!
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by Jess
(IL)
Dear Diary,
Hi, my name is Reese Collins. I finally started a diary today.
I can't believe what my father did today. He bought me Misti, a Saddlebred mare. How many times do I have to tell them: I HATE HORSES! I don't exactly hate them. I guess I'm a little scared of them. But my parents don't understand. Just because they are horsey doesn't mean that I should be too.
Reese
Dear Diary,
Grandpa died! How much I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate guns! His death was too awful to write down. Maybe I'll write it tomorrow.
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A week passes without Reese writing in her journal
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Dear Diary,
I hiked in the woods today. I found some things and kept them. A stone, because my heart is cold and hard, a feather from a blue jay for Grandpa's blue eyes, and a heart shaped piece of bark that had a crack in it.
Misti whinnied to me. I was surprised. Does she expect me to like her?
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This is a fictional story. Don't worry, soon Reese is horse crazy!