Great entry, Teresa!
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Good day, whatever judge is reading this, and I hope you enjoy my entry.
I am not too keen on writing, so I wasn’t too happy when I had to write out a long letter. Especially since my Nan didn’t care at all about you coming to look at our photos last time.
I made lots and lots of spelling mistakes on my last paper, so Nan made me rewrite it out neatly. (What this is!)
To get to the point, I help my Nan! I help her by doing whatever I can to raise money for her and us, so we can sell our house, and get a few more treats often. We live in a secluded area, so I don’t have many friends, and Nan is very insistent that by the time I’m all big and in high school, I’m in a much better school. Like one with smarter teachers and big labs and Food Tech rooms, and maybe even computers! Ooh, and I think I’d like to join some sports clubs!
Well anyway, I help my Nan by painting pictures for our little Summer Fayre. It’s known by EVERY person in our town - even though that isn’t as much as other places - I paint and paint ALL the time, but no-one is normally interested when Nan tries to sell them outside our house. However, at the Summer Fayre, Ms. Anita (my school activities teacher) sets up with the school sending in an old toy, or old clothing each. But I send in piles of paintings! They’re normally of every type, so over half of them are sold.
This is the grassy area, they have a name for it but I can’t remember. The Fayre people planted these trees two years ago, and everyone here are nice enough not to kick or push them. The Fayre committee set up the Fayre just behind me, so that is why I’m showing you. And behind THAT is that biiig hill, where really brave older kids roll down it. I’m too scared to go on it, yet!
At the fayre I love hopping around, with change in my pockets and completely ignoring the stupid, expensive, dopey, Bouncy Castle and wandering by my paintings in case someone sees them and gets excited. I absolutely adore it when little babies fuss over my ponies! Ooh, it’s so sweet! And sometimes Ms. Anita comes over and sees me hanging around, then shows off to the browsers (Nan’s word - not mine!) how I did it, and I’m so talented. I go bright red.
I’m starting to like writing more than talking now, I don’t go all shy and silly. The first day you came I was completely awe-struck. That camera froze me stiff! I’m glad that was not an elimination round!
I keep painting, and painting, every year, because of my Nan. She sews little clothes for dolls, and sells them for the Fayre too. Sometimes she makes an extra doll or two because children want her little felt people. They’re so cute! Nan made a baby one when I was born, and I still have it up on my shelf, a little dress on it with my name stitched in incy-wincy letters.
Nan keeps the money we earn locked up safe, and only uses it in emergencies. If she gets a promotion we’re two thirds of the way to moving, and starting a newer life, with a new job, new friends, and even new holidays!!!
My favourite thing about helping my Nan, is because without me, she would be living in a little ugly flat. All our furniture wouldn’t fit just right, and she would have nothing to do and be as lonely as ever with Smooch. So, if she got money - even without me - we or she could just move out and make more friends and what ever. I REALLY want a lovely home, and it makes me sound so much like a sad-case when I talk of how I dream of a better life. But It’s true, my Nan entered me in because I’m peppy and positive, and sunny and bright, but I was really worried at first because I wasn’t as perfect as the other girls. But I don’t care, now! I’m staying in for my Nan!
Well, bye, I hoped you liked my entry. I have to start painting now for the fayre, my aim is 50 before it starts!
From Tashy Ruperts!