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Here is more of the story, let me know if it's good or not. Grammar is not important right now, I just need to write.
Soon the girls along with their older brother Jake were bundled up against the October wind and rain. Emily was wearing Grace’s coat and Grace was wearing Emily’s coat. Somehow they managed to dress almost alike, the last time they dressed alike was on the first day of school when they entered Kindergarten, since that day their mom has not dressed them up.
They walked the short walk to the school, Jake leaving them at one end and taking off to walk to the big kid’s entrance at the school.
“Grace! Emily! You are wearing each other’s coats.” Sara James came along side of them as the three girls dropped their bags and headed to the playground at the school.
As was the law of the playground the girls had a strong hold on the merry go round. The girls were chanting
“The boys get off and push” The three friends joined in the chanting and climbed onto the merry go round, with the other girls from their classes. Holly, the loudest girl was in the middle, and greeted the three girls.
“Gracie, you stay there, Emy you go over there, and Sara you go there!” The cold October wind felt colder as the boys pushed the merry go round. The Sound of the bell was heard and the children jumped off, Grace, slowed the merry go round and got off quietly and ran to the door and lined up with her classmates. The chatting children walked into the warm brightly lit school, and took off their warm jackets.
Grace opened her backpack and took out her workbooks and folders with the homework she finished last night. Julie, a new classmate that year shut her locker and waited for grace to finish up.
“My birthday is coming up”
“Cool.” Grace greeted her third grade teacher and walked over to her desk. Grace walked over to her desk and took the chair off and took her seat.
“Do you think you can come?” Grace looked at her classmate.
“What?”
“It would just be you and not Emily”
“No Emily?”
“Nope”
“WOOOW” was Grace’s only response. Their teacher Mrs. Roman called the class to order, and another day at school began.
The day went by without much incident, unless you have a fire drill. The one thing Grace was looking forward too was the weekend. He weekend was filled with CCD, sweet rolls from Thompson’s, bike rides with friends.
Grace walked home quietly from school, her brother Jake had band practice and Emily went over to Niki’s house to play and work on a project. Grace walked up the long driveway and through the short path to the front door. She opened the door and realized it was locked. She rang the doorbell in a panic, she looked over and the family car was gone. Dropping off her bag she walked over to the garage and tried to open it. The manual door was also locked. She looked around, panicking and she had a few more way to get into the house. She walked into the backyard, to the patio door and tried that. She glanced and saw her bedroom window and she could climb in. She managed somehow to open the screen, and then the other part of the window. She heaved herself up and climbed in stumbling on her sister’s bed. She walked out of the paneled room painted white. She walked thru a small hallway, and into the living room. She grabbed her bag and slammed the front door rattling the stained glass that covered half of the window on the front door.
Soon the girls along with their older brother Jake were bundled up against the October wind and rain. Emily was wearing Grace’s coat and Grace was wearing Emily’s coat. Somehow they managed to dress almost alike, the last time they dressed alike was on the first day of school when they entered Kindergarten, since that day their mom has not dressed them up.
They walked the short walk to the school, Jake leaving them at one end and taking off to walk to the big kid’s entrance at the school.
“Grace! Emily! You are wearing each other’s coats.” Sara James came along side of them as the three girls dropped their bags and headed to the playground at the school.
As was the law of the playground the girls had a strong hold on the merry go round. The girls were chanting
“The boys get off and push” The three friends joined in the chanting and climbed onto the merry go round, with the other girls from their classes. Holly, the loudest girl was in the middle, and greeted the three girls.
“Gracie, you stay there, Emy you go over there, and Sara you go there!” The cold October wind felt colder as the boys pushed the merry go round. The Sound of the bell was heard and the children jumped off, Grace, slowed the merry go round and got off quietly and ran to the door and lined up with her classmates. The chatting children walked into the warm brightly lit school, and took off their warm jackets.
Grace opened her backpack and took out her workbooks and folders with the homework she finished last night. Julie, a new classmate that year shut her locker and waited for grace to finish up.
“My birthday is coming up”
“Cool.” Grace greeted her third grade teacher and walked over to her desk. Grace walked over to her desk and took the chair off and took her seat.
“Do you think you can come?” Grace looked at her classmate.
“What?”
“It would just be you and not Emily”
“No Emily?”
“Nope”
“WOOOW” was Grace’s only response. Their teacher Mrs. Roman called the class to order, and another day at school began.
The day went by without much incident, unless you have a fire drill. The one thing Grace was looking forward too was the weekend. He weekend was filled with CCD, sweet rolls from Thompson’s, bike rides with friends.
Grace walked home quietly from school, her brother Jake had band practice and Emily went over to Niki’s house to play and work on a project. Grace walked up the long driveway and through the short path to the front door. She opened the door and realized it was locked. She rang the doorbell in a panic, she looked over and the family car was gone. Dropping off her bag she walked over to the garage and tried to open it. The manual door was also locked. She looked around, panicking and she had a few more way to get into the house. She walked into the backyard, to the patio door and tried that. She glanced and saw her bedroom window and she could climb in. She managed somehow to open the screen, and then the other part of the window. She heaved herself up and climbed in stumbling on her sister’s bed. She walked out of the paneled room painted white. She walked thru a small hallway, and into the living room. She grabbed her bag and slammed the front door rattling the stained glass that covered half of the window on the front door.