“Skye, go in your room. There’s a special note” my sister and her friend said as they chuckled under their breath. I didn’t know what was so funny so I went to my bed and found a note lying there. It was the days after I had lost my tooth. “Yay!” I thought as I read the letter that was in the same tooth fairy handwriting. But I was completely shocked when I reached the end “From your sister: Maya.” “Oh no!” I thought. This couldn’t be true. “The tooth fairy is not real” I muttered under my breath in complete shock.
Introduction
Hi! Im Skye and here are my stories of my life, and my journey through Exhibition! I hope you enjoy my blog!
Hi! Im Skye and here are my stories of my life, and my journey through Exhibition! I hope you enjoy my blog!
The Central Idea
An inquiry into the nature of the self; beliefs and values; personal, physical, mental, social and spiritual health; human relations including families, friends, communities and cultures; rights and responsibilities; what it means to be human.
An inquiry into the nature of the self; beliefs and values; personal, physical, mental, social and spiritual health; human relations including families, friends, communities and cultures; rights and responsibilities; what it means to be human.
Friday, April 27, 2012
How I learned about the Tooth Fairy
“Eeek” I squealed as I found a green, crisp one dollar bill in replace of my tooth. Every time my tooth was loose I plucked it out and looked forward to this moment. I lifted up my pillow more and even found a little note. “Wow!” I thought, “The Fairy wrote something special for me!” I unfolded it and started reading (by the way I was 7) “Dear Skye, thank you for letting me have your tooth! I hope you let me come again and use your dollar wisely!” I smiled and scanned back over the letter again. “Wait a second” I said in my mind as I began to see the wacky handwriting. Curly T’s and connected O’s, swurvy G’s and a little drawn fairy in the top. My mind began to ponder “Could this be the Tooth Fairy’s actual handwriting?” “Could someone else have written this letter?” But for then, I sat the note on my desk and plopped the money in my piggy bank.
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