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Waiting For Summer To End
Day one:
I paint a cow with my grandma.
I squirt out too much paint from her tubes.
It looks expired but I don’t tell her.
She cries when I leave.
Day two:
My cousin makes us five star omelettes.
He drives us home with one shoe on.
We listen to old music.
I can’t stop laughing.
Day three:
I almost lose my head with my uncle.
We pass the soccer ball with our foreheads.
I run while the sun sets.
I fall asleep with a headache and a smile.
Day four:
I watch my first horror movie next to a horse.
Not a horse, just a big dog.
She leaves the room before the scary parts.
I stay up all night.
Day five:
I almost forget to say goodbye.
I eat an apple.
I hug grandma.
She cries like after I painted my cow.
Day six:
I watch a lady give herself a foot massage.
She looks like serious business when she sits down.
But then she starts digging between her toes.
I’ve never been more eager to get off a plane.
Day seven:
My lizard loses his dinner.
My sister's friend dangles a hornworm on her finger.
She asks to keep it as a pet.
That lucky worm.
Day eight:
My dog befriends a sea lion.
To be fair, it looks like a dog.
She scares it back into the water.
She’s not very good at making friends.
Day nine:
I wait for school to start.
There's nothing fun left to do.
I sit down and write a poem about my days of summer.
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My name is Raquel, I'm in 10th grade and I love to write poetry. I wrote this piece about the pre-fall sadness I get the week before school starts.