Slice #6

The cold, crystal clear water rushes over my toes.  The sunshine warms my back.  I, somewhat reluctantly, jump into the frigid water.  It is shocking at first but not that cold after a while.  I try paddling at first with my head above the water in a hopeless attempt not to get my hair wet but eventually I give up and dunk my head.  I swim towards the other side of the river where all my friends are sitting on rocks.  I pull myself out of the river and sit between my sister and friend.  We sit there and watch the sky turn pink and orange as the sun sets.  It is a perfect end to the day.  

Slice #4

This morning my sister, my friend and I tried to make waffles.  It did not go so well.  Our first one was slightly deformed but otherwise okay, our second one was a little on the raw side but looked pretty good, and our third one was perfect.  Everything was going well until we ran out of eggs.  We needed to make more waffles so we tried to substitute something in for the eggs.  First we tried marshmallow cream but the waffle just kind of bubbled over the side.  Then we tried cereal, marshmallows, and flour.  We decided to cook this one in a pan instead of on the waffle iron.  It started burning and thickened into a sort of bread.  We put some yellow food coloring in the third one to try to make it look more like a waffle but it ended up looking more like scrambled eggs.  The kitchen was a mess and the eggless waffles were inedible.  Whoops!

Slice #5

I fell into a river and hurt my arm, then we hiked six miles down a hill next to a river with like five pound backpacks, we couldn't pitch tents because there were too many rocks, all we had to eat was oatmeal, we weren't allowed to talk, and we got caught in a lightning storm.  Needless to say I did not really enjoy this backpacking trip.  It had gotten pretty late and we were all settled in when they decided that the lightning storm was to dangerous.  Don't get me wrong I am happy not to have been struck by lightning but we had to pack up and hike another six miles uphill at midnight and seven out of twelve girls were crying.  At least we got to sleep back in our cabin.

Slice #3

Dead trees, dead grass, dead garden.  Everything is dead after winter.  Maybe we should replant the garden but we wouldn't want to risk the flowers dying if it gets cold.  Little bits of green pepper the sea of brown grass.  The tree has a few leaves but all of them are shriveled up.  Not that I was expecting it to look perfect but I was definitely expecting it to look better than this.  It's like someone painted our entire backyard brown.  Spring could not come soon enough.  

Slice #2

When I was little I had a nanny named Molly.  I really loved going to the Butterfly Gardens with Molly and my sister.  I loved standing and watching all the different colored butterflies float past but my favorite part was Rosie the tarantula.  Rosie was a giant, hairy spider that you could hold and then you would get a sticker.  I have no idea why I enjoyed it but every single time we went I insisted on waiting in the long line to hold Rosie I loved her until one time I saw Rosie bite someone and I have been scared of spiders ever since.

Slice #1

I am beyond tired.  I roll over and look at my clock again.  1:18am it reads.  Perfect.  I've given up hope on falling asleep.  I am bored but I can't really think of anything to do.  I tried reading but I couldn't focus.  I tried watching TV but ended up getting annoyed at the show so I turned it off.  I tried texting myself but it felt very stupid.  I tried staring at the wall but that proved to be very boring so I ended up just lying here doing nothing.  I roll onto my back trying to find a more comfortable position.  I just lie there for what feels like hours.  1:47 the clock reads.  I close my eyes and lie there for a while.  Finally I start to fall asleep and... my alarm clock starts beeping. 

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