By Mya Randolph
“Are you still writing in that book of yours?”
“Yes, Mother. I will, always.”
“Okay, but I was thinking you could go to the pool with all the other girls.”
“But, Mom, I am not like all the other girls.”
“I see, but you have been writing in that book since you were four. Maybe it’s time to be like kids your age. You are eleven. At the end of summer, you will be in middle school.”
“Yes, Mom, but you and Dad haven’t been together since I was two and Brother was three, so this book is all I have. One day, I will have books everywhere by me, so bye, Mom. I am going to the park to write in this one.”
“Okay, sweet, be back by 2:30.”
“I will, Mom. Don’t worry, okay? Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Now I could get back to my story! I was scared. The wind was blowing in my face. I could hear nothing but my own heart.
“Oh, hi, Olivia! Do you want to go to the park with me?”
“Sure, I would love to. So what are you writing?”
“Nothing but a little story about me lost in the woods.”
“Cool. I wish I could write a good story like you can, Maria.”
“Oh, thanks. My mom tells me to stop, but I can’t. I love to write stories. What do you think about me writing stories?” I asked.
“I think it is sol cool to write stories like that. All the other girls just want to talk about boys and make up and dolls, but you’re not like that, so I think that is so cool,” Olivia said.
“You really think so? That’s why you are my best friend,” I told her.
“Thank you! So what park are we going to?” Olivia asked.
“I was thinking the one of Fourth Street.”
“Okay! I love that one,” she responded.
“Maybe we could have a sleepover.”
“Okay, cool. I don’t think my mom would mind at all.” We arrived at the park.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” I said.
“I will!” Olivia answered.
“Okay, then.” I got my book and started to write, but one thing I couldn’t understand was that.
Sixth grader Mya Randolph, John Poole Middle School, Montgomery County, wrote and illustrated this story. She has been writing stories since she was in first grade.