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Up I Go

By Helaina O.


Up I go.  I bring a book

With me. On top of my playground

Roof.  I look up in the sky.  I see

Clouds shaped as animals.  A dragon,

A bear, a horse.  Oh no!  Someone is

Coming.  I quick and quietly get down

And hide.  Good, she’s gone.  I climb

Back up.  I open my book and start

To read.  It’s getting close to dinner

Time. Soon my mom will come. I’m

Right.  She doesn’t see me though.

She calls my name and I say

“coming”.  Tomorrow will be the

Same thing.  I can’t wait.