Dear Dairy,
The minute I woke up at 5:00 a.m., My mom shouted my name, “Elizabeth! Eeeelizabeeeth! Elizabeth Tilley, get up right now!”
“But mom, the rooster isn’t up yet!” I yelled back at her.
“Cock-a- doodle-doooo!” I suddenly heard.
“Okay, okay fine I’m getting up,” I said, as I rolled my eyes. I rolled out of bed, slowly, and moved around to get used to being awake. The fire crackled, and the rooster kept “cockledoodledooing!” I coughed a bit, and rubbed my eyes, the smoke! I couldn’t stand it. Every day I would wake up and smell smoke, see smoke, and sometimes I could sort of feel it on me. It was like this since I was born! I am fourteen now, so I have waken up like this for 5,110 days. I went outside hastily , and took a deep breath of fresh air. It’s horrible inside the house. The smoke is always wafting around. I wish we had something to prevent the smoke from staying inside the house. It’s even bad for your health. I think my friend told me so. Oh yeah, and there is smoke in the house, because I’m pilgrim. I wish I was American Indian. They probably don’t do this.
“Elizabeth!” my mother shouted
“Coming, coming!” Ireplied, loudly, so she could hear.
I wonder how she can even stay in there for a minute. I alwys have to come out for a minute every 5 minutes.
I told myself “It’s okay. Just come back out in 5 minutes.” I went into the house with my mouth covered with my hands. Well, I’ve got a whole day of chores ahead of me.
-Elizabeth Tilley
01/2011
