Ode to My Brush

O brush,

Your the cute red brush that I use.

you brush my hair into waves.

your wooden handle fits perfectly in my hand.

And my pocket.

your so long and hard.

Your hard black bristles feel good on my scalp.

Your the brush that I would choose over the rest.

you my favorite brush.

Your name is Diane 

 

 

90 Word Memoir

I tried to speed across the street when I was riding. I was busy looking at cute girls that live down the street. A year later those girls became my friends. The people that hit me asked if I was okay. I said no can you call my aunt and she told her what happened. After my aunt called my mom and told her I got hit by a car and needed to go to the hospital. The doctor checked me out. I went back to the house and slept. 

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