Chatterbox: Inkwell

Recreating the story idea I had in 3rd grade

Hey People.

I was thinking about previous years in my life (lies I was actually thinking about the things in cars that tell you how full your gas tank is) when I came across the thought of a story I had started to write for my third grade writing class. I don't have the third grade versions anymore (sadlyish) but I was like, the solutions of the main problem in the story was bad, let's rewrite the whole thing and make it better.

The Perspectives are changed between the twins and they each have their own emoticon to show who is who.

It is a tad unrealistic for realistic fiction, but hey, I was in third grade and I'm not going to change the whole plot.

 

I will try to do a short chapter a week 

So, without further adieu, here is the beginning of the . & - thread.


submitted by Glam Panda, age Infinity, In my room, with my dolls
(March 30, 2019 - 3:11 pm)

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Hi. I’m Penelope. I am a stubborn, smart, creative and clever girl. When a newer friend becomes a closer friend, they would probably think of me in one of those ways. Or maybe that I am the star girl basketball player of our school. Or that my twin brother, Dash, is cute or funny or kind. Or our matching nicknames. How they love to braid my smooth, long, straight hair. Or at GSA they would joke how my hair is much straighter than I am. Maybe how we have the same favorite book series that we will read over and over again together and just fangirl our hearts out over it. They might think of my neat cursive handwriting from my parents forcing us to have the best handwriting in all of our class. Or how I snort when I laugh. They could remember how I eat avocado toast every Wednesday at lunch. Or when that one time in Kindergarten I mixed the Play-Doh together and everyone got super mad.

But one thing I don’t like to think about, is that before we became best friends, they probably thought of me as the girl with the millionaire parents, or worse: the girl in the wheelchair.

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I’m Dash. That was my….dramatic twin sister, Penelope, or Dot, or Period. Sometimes people call me Hyphen.  Sometimes people call us two peas in a pod, but really, sometimes we’re two punctuation marks on faraway keys. Other times, we’re more alike than people seem. This is when we are watching the other do things ourselves can’t.  It can be hard for Penelope to watch my track meets, since, well, you know. She wishes her long, light brown hair could fly in the breeze instead of mine. But there’s something I can’t watch Penelope do. This might sound kind of stupid, but for me, it’s heartbreaking when I see Penelope writing any homework assignment. She can write whatever she wants without any help….

You know, sometimes I would love to rage write like her about how one online learning game is so useless, and glitched and doesn’t help anyone. But I can’t, because someone has to write it for me, and they won’t let me say what I want. They deprive me of  constitutional rights: Freedom of speech and Freedom to protest. I wish there was another way, or better, I wish I didn’t have any sort of learning challenge at all.

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week 1 

submitted by Glam Panda, age infinity, at school ngl
(April 10, 2019 - 9:40 am)
submitted by a top of faith, catalyst
(April 15, 2019 - 5:02 pm)