This summer, I was at a camp for Christian Scientists, and my stomach started hurting. I told my counselor about it, and she prayed with me.
One morning, as the school day began, a new girl slipped into our classroom. Her name was Rosie, and she was tall, with olive skin and gray eyes.
One day at school, I was writing, and I felt something on my hand. It was a hard bump.
I felt as if I’d been asking for a dog my whole life. But my dad wasn’t sure I was ready for the responsibility, so he gave me a challenge.
I was walking in the woods with my grandma. We were kind of racing.
Fancy moves! The ice skating show! These were the things I looked forward to when my parents signed me up for figure skating lessons. Figure skating sounded pretty cool, but the lessons and practice sessions weren’t easy.
Daddy was helping me do a gymnastics move called a back hip circle on my bars in the playroom when I crashed into a picture. The picture was in a frame with glass in front of it.
When I was in middle school, there was a girl in my gym class who would take my shorts and T-shirt from my gym locker and throw them in the garbage can. Yuck! I’d never done anything mean to her, so I was confused.
One day I was walking to school with my mom, and my knee was hurting a lot. My mom noticed I was limping and asked what was wrong.
“I don’t like school anymore,” Melinda said sadly. Her mom, who was reading a book in the den, looked up in surprise.