My Memoir
“Come on Savannah just let me read my book to you, it won't take very long. It will help me become a better writer”, my sister proclaimed.
“Cheyanne I don't want you to read me your book. You know that I don't like books, so stop trying ”, I yelled as I slammed my door.
I said this in fourth grade, and little did we know that about a year later I would be eating my words. Over my fifth grade year I started to love books because I would spend all my time inside because all my friends had a different lunch. During lunch I would help clean the room, work on homework, or other things. If there was nothing else to do I would pick up a book and start to read. As I read, I began to love books and the different worlds it could take me to. At this time I was not good at doing my homework, and at that time Page had grades so I got grounded a lot. But I never stayed grounded for long. It was the end of the year and I was not doing well. I not only had a C but a D, and my mom was furious. Let’s just say I was …show more content…
She nearly jumped out of her chair. “ You really mean it”, she asked almost too excitedly.
“Yes”, I answered a little uncertainly. But as she read to me “My World” her first book, I fell in love with the characters Hope (originally named Alisa), Dan, Fitzroy, Westion, Sophiea, Prince Calvern, Prince Jake, Prince Joe, and a bunch of others. I fell in love with the plot. It is about a rebel leader who is trying to free her people while she fights family and mental troubles, helping people along the way. What felt like hours of enjoying this book (it was probably only an hour), Cheyanne just stopped for longer than just to fix a couple of words and I was freaking out. “Cheyanne, why would you stop reading. Wait, is there something wrong”, I stated frantically.
Dude chill, I stopped because I did not write more. But I have other books I can read to you. Just not now, I am tired.” she
“Come on Savannah just let me read my book to you, it won't take very long. It will help me become a better writer”, my sister proclaimed.
“Cheyanne I don't want you to read me your book. You know that I don't like books, so stop trying ”, I yelled as I slammed my door.
I said this in fourth grade, and little did we know that about a year later I would be eating my words. Over my fifth grade year I started to love books because I would spend all my time inside because all my friends had a different lunch. During lunch I would help clean the room, work on homework, or other things. If there was nothing else to do I would pick up a book and start to read. As I read, I began to love books and the different worlds it could take me to. At this time I was not good at doing my homework, and at that time Page had grades so I got grounded a lot. But I never stayed grounded for long. It was the end of the year and I was not doing well. I not only had a C but a D, and my mom was furious. Let’s just say I was …show more content…
She nearly jumped out of her chair. “ You really mean it”, she asked almost too excitedly.
“Yes”, I answered a little uncertainly. But as she read to me “My World” her first book, I fell in love with the characters Hope (originally named Alisa), Dan, Fitzroy, Westion, Sophiea, Prince Calvern, Prince Jake, Prince Joe, and a bunch of others. I fell in love with the plot. It is about a rebel leader who is trying to free her people while she fights family and mental troubles, helping people along the way. What felt like hours of enjoying this book (it was probably only an hour), Cheyanne just stopped for longer than just to fix a couple of words and I was freaking out. “Cheyanne, why would you stop reading. Wait, is there something wrong”, I stated frantically.
Dude chill, I stopped because I did not write more. But I have other books I can read to you. Just not now, I am tired.” she