"There's no such thing as stars, Lea." My older sister and I sit on the shaggy carpet in my room. “Yes, there are. I saw a picture once.” I insist. “They’re beautiful.” “Okay, two things.” My sister Sara says. “One, they’re not real. That photograph was obviously forged. Two, even if they did exist, they are not beautiful. My ancient mythology teacher said that people believe they were giant balls of fire in the sky that would burn things down on Earth.” “They were what gave it light!” I say, exasperated. My sister sighs. “Lea, the light comes from our moons. Stars do not exist.” I open my mouth to say something, but I know that no matter what I say, my sister will not budge. Who’s going to listen to an extra short eight-year-old, anyway?
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It is light enough to be very pleasant and comfortable. We go out and sit on the shingles of the overhang over the house’s front …show more content…
I have short, glossy brown hair and brown eyes. I am just at the average smartness as the other children in my class. Just the average intelligence after eight years of learning. The only thing about me that might be considered remotely extraordinary about me is my height. I am most likely the smallest second grader you have ever seen. When I walked into the classroom on my first day of school, the teacher asked me if I was lost and told me that the kindergarten classroom was right down the hall. Of course, I told her who I was, and that cleared up, but some of the kids, when they didn’t yet know my name, addressed me as ‘the short one.’ All the kids in my class are a lot bigger than me, but I’m not intimidated. I always win when we play hide-and-seek, because my quickness and small size helps me to hide and run from others. I am also the best when we play on an obstacle course. My sister climbs out of the window with catlike grace, and beckons for me to follow. I clamber out awkwardly after her. She had already swung her legs over the edge of the overhang that covers the front porch. I scamper after her. Because I haven’t got to the place where Sara is sitting yet, my view of the moons is still blocked by the huge maple trees that surround our house. “Lea, the first pewter moon is about to set!” Sara calls. I quickly make my way over and sit down next to
It is light enough to be very pleasant and comfortable. We go out and sit on the shingles of the overhang over the house’s front …show more content…
I have short, glossy brown hair and brown eyes. I am just at the average smartness as the other children in my class. Just the average intelligence after eight years of learning. The only thing about me that might be considered remotely extraordinary about me is my height. I am most likely the smallest second grader you have ever seen. When I walked into the classroom on my first day of school, the teacher asked me if I was lost and told me that the kindergarten classroom was right down the hall. Of course, I told her who I was, and that cleared up, but some of the kids, when they didn’t yet know my name, addressed me as ‘the short one.’ All the kids in my class are a lot bigger than me, but I’m not intimidated. I always win when we play hide-and-seek, because my quickness and small size helps me to hide and run from others. I am also the best when we play on an obstacle course. My sister climbs out of the window with catlike grace, and beckons for me to follow. I clamber out awkwardly after her. She had already swung her legs over the edge of the overhang that covers the front porch. I scamper after her. Because I haven’t got to the place where Sara is sitting yet, my view of the moons is still blocked by the huge maple trees that surround our house. “Lea, the first pewter moon is about to set!” Sara calls. I quickly make my way over and sit down next to