Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Ruby’s comments from the Write, Wrote, Written group.

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So good!

Yay!

Prologue:

Of course, I'm 37 now, with three kids and a handsome husband who basically works for the five of us. I'm a stay at home mom, with plenty to do between the laundry, cooking, cleaning, a thirteen year old, a seven year old, and a four year old, but I've decided to make time for this story, this important story that needs to be told.

Chapter 1:

When I first met Samantha Grant, I was seven years old and in the first grade. It was the first day of a new school, and everywhere were new faces. I was excited to be starting 'grade-school', but as soon as I walked in through those huge, brown, 'big kid' doors, I suddenly felt very small. Everywhere were big tables, chairs that looked too big for me to push, let alone climb up into, and reach the scary things on the tables. Carpet stretched as far as the eye could see and weird posters stating things I couldn't yet read blared off of the light green walls.

Turns out, I had mistakenly stumbled upon the Staff Break Room, not the first grade classroom, and pretty soon my teacher, Mrs. Dana, found me and shepherded me to my classroom. Boy was I glad when I found all the tables were just my size, and the chairs weren't heavy, and the wood a nice, happy shade, with shelves full of picture books and some even with words I'd learn to read, paper to write upon - but then my small, blue eyes fell upon the rest of the class, all sitting in a circle in the middle of the room on a rug, every single eye turned to me.

What I remember most are the eyes. They seemed twice as big as they all should be, each and every pair bugged out at me and my shiny new sneakers, polka-dotted dress, and rainbow backpack. I felt very self conscious all throughout that day, and I always looked down at my shoes, toes curved inward, and didn't talk to anybody. But the teachers were nice, they seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, they kept me from being pushed out of the line to the snack table, and they put band-aids on the cuts I got at recess. Recess. Recess that day was when I first really met Samantha Grant.

Yay! That's what I was going for!

Oh bothersome. >.<

"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: 'What! You too? I thought no one but myself...'" - C.S. Lewis


A man and author once said this, and no one could agree with him more than me.

Hi, I'm Amy Blanchard, daughter, wife, mother, and half a pair. Now, I could say this was my story, but that isn't true.

This is our story.

This is a story of me and my sixth grade companion, confidant, dear friend, the other half of our pair.

Ahem ahem you done yet??

O.O

Woooooooooooooooooooow very nice narration - it really draws the reader into the story MORE! :D

Cool!

YAY!

Ohhhhhh boootttthhherrr

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell is the group finished yet???

"Kit, you're late!"

"I'm coming, Dad, just give me a minute!"

"...Kit!"

"Dad, a minute!"

Oooooooh!

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh I love how you got the language so...that..yeah

Yes! I remember that cat!

Wow this is really good! :D

AHHHHH YES EXACTLY WHAT THE RUBY WAS LOOKING FOR ILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITYAYAYAYAYAAY

Okay, Ruby done now

Yup...well the three old ones are laying but the new ones should start in a few weeks, if not days