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Here is the beginning of a story I am writing. I don't think I'll continue it though, but tell me what you think.
I, Hallie Green, am sitting here in the choir room, after school, during Gospel Club practice, waiting for all this utter madness to end. People are yelling in each others faces and getting really worked up over really nothing. From what I can hear from my seat over here by myself, its a case of he-said, she-said. Somebody called somebody a very rude name which is not to be repeated here. No, that somebody did not call another somebody that name. Yes, she did. No she didnt. Back and forth, back and forth.
What Im thinking is if God really intended for us to argue like that, we really wouldve never needed to be in Gospel Club in the first place. Gospel Club is our time to practice our act, to be ready to go out and preach the Gospel in song to other people. To spread happiness. And most of all peace. But how can we spread happiness and peace when we ourselves are arguing like this? It kinda defeats the purpose of why we are all here.
So here I am, in my new green animated shirt and nice jeans, with my long light brown hair pulled back into a tight ballet bun and my bright green eyes taking in what is going on. And writing this. People have clammed up now since the first paragraph, for Mr. J is talking. Every now and then, you can hear a person saying under their breath "Preach" or "Go Mr. J!". What I still dont understand is why our practice always ends up like a soap opera on NBC. It is really starting to bug me. Why should the kids like me have to get punished with all the other bad kids, when really I didnt do anything. Just what I was supposed to. Yet here I am, having to listen to Mr. Js lecture, like I got in trouble too.
Oh, look at the time! It is 4:30, and practice is over. That means I can practice the duet with Jimmy and my solo too. I stand up next to the CD player and Jimmy and Mr. J. I sing loudly, close my eyes, and sing even louder. I am in tune. Good. Jimmy needs to tune to my pitch. I think hes a little low. Jimmys got a good sense of tempo, but he needs to work on adjusting his voice, which is a good voice indeed.
I sit down and listen to Nikki sing her solo. She is a good singer, but needs to work a little on timing. She is getting better every practice, and soon she will be famous! I close my eyes and listen to the music, Nikkis voice. It is soothing to me.
Next, my friend Ray is going to sing a song which her and me were going to do as a duo, but I brought in a song and Mr. J made it into Jimmy and mines duet. Ray has been doing well on adjusting to her solo. She sings the high notes, the low notes and all the ones in-between well. I am proud of her, because when she heard that our duet was now her solo, she felt like she couldnt do it. But she can, and she is. Ray is doing swell.
Finally it is my turn to sing again. I sing my solo from the beginning of the year. It is quiet at the beginning, and then it gets a bit louder and higher and soon I am singing as high and loud as I can. I hold my head up, my chin out, and close my eyes and press my ear to tune myself to the music. It is getting so that now I can sing it well at medium pitch on the solo track, meaning it is only me and the music. Nikki and Ray stand by me and they are looking at me as I sing. Oops! I tried to hit the high note but I squeaked. They dont care, they seem to like me singing. I think my voice is a little iffy-I need to work on it more.
Mr. J smiles and I nod. He tells me and Jimmy that he has decided to make our duet a solo - for me. Its about time. Jimmy has a good sense of time and all, but he needs to doctor his pitch a little. I pick up my things and walk out the door. The day is warm and sunny. A small breeze plays with my hair, blowing it into my face. I sit on the bench in front of the school by my brother and sister and read a book while I am waiting for Mom to come and pick me up. Of course, being one of 14 children is pretty hectic. Mom has a few stops to make before me. My sister, Cassie, and brother Connor, and I are triplets. The only ones in our immediate family. Very funny, I know. Thank goodness we live way out in the 'country' and have a humongous house for all of us.
That's all I have for now.
-Kaylee
I, Hallie Green, am sitting here in the choir room, after school, during Gospel Club practice, waiting for all this utter madness to end. People are yelling in each others faces and getting really worked up over really nothing. From what I can hear from my seat over here by myself, its a case of he-said, she-said. Somebody called somebody a very rude name which is not to be repeated here. No, that somebody did not call another somebody that name. Yes, she did. No she didnt. Back and forth, back and forth.
What Im thinking is if God really intended for us to argue like that, we really wouldve never needed to be in Gospel Club in the first place. Gospel Club is our time to practice our act, to be ready to go out and preach the Gospel in song to other people. To spread happiness. And most of all peace. But how can we spread happiness and peace when we ourselves are arguing like this? It kinda defeats the purpose of why we are all here.
So here I am, in my new green animated shirt and nice jeans, with my long light brown hair pulled back into a tight ballet bun and my bright green eyes taking in what is going on. And writing this. People have clammed up now since the first paragraph, for Mr. J is talking. Every now and then, you can hear a person saying under their breath "Preach" or "Go Mr. J!". What I still dont understand is why our practice always ends up like a soap opera on NBC. It is really starting to bug me. Why should the kids like me have to get punished with all the other bad kids, when really I didnt do anything. Just what I was supposed to. Yet here I am, having to listen to Mr. Js lecture, like I got in trouble too.
Oh, look at the time! It is 4:30, and practice is over. That means I can practice the duet with Jimmy and my solo too. I stand up next to the CD player and Jimmy and Mr. J. I sing loudly, close my eyes, and sing even louder. I am in tune. Good. Jimmy needs to tune to my pitch. I think hes a little low. Jimmys got a good sense of tempo, but he needs to work on adjusting his voice, which is a good voice indeed.
I sit down and listen to Nikki sing her solo. She is a good singer, but needs to work a little on timing. She is getting better every practice, and soon she will be famous! I close my eyes and listen to the music, Nikkis voice. It is soothing to me.
Next, my friend Ray is going to sing a song which her and me were going to do as a duo, but I brought in a song and Mr. J made it into Jimmy and mines duet. Ray has been doing well on adjusting to her solo. She sings the high notes, the low notes and all the ones in-between well. I am proud of her, because when she heard that our duet was now her solo, she felt like she couldnt do it. But she can, and she is. Ray is doing swell.
Finally it is my turn to sing again. I sing my solo from the beginning of the year. It is quiet at the beginning, and then it gets a bit louder and higher and soon I am singing as high and loud as I can. I hold my head up, my chin out, and close my eyes and press my ear to tune myself to the music. It is getting so that now I can sing it well at medium pitch on the solo track, meaning it is only me and the music. Nikki and Ray stand by me and they are looking at me as I sing. Oops! I tried to hit the high note but I squeaked. They dont care, they seem to like me singing. I think my voice is a little iffy-I need to work on it more.
Mr. J smiles and I nod. He tells me and Jimmy that he has decided to make our duet a solo - for me. Its about time. Jimmy has a good sense of time and all, but he needs to doctor his pitch a little. I pick up my things and walk out the door. The day is warm and sunny. A small breeze plays with my hair, blowing it into my face. I sit on the bench in front of the school by my brother and sister and read a book while I am waiting for Mom to come and pick me up. Of course, being one of 14 children is pretty hectic. Mom has a few stops to make before me. My sister, Cassie, and brother Connor, and I are triplets. The only ones in our immediate family. Very funny, I know. Thank goodness we live way out in the 'country' and have a humongous house for all of us.
That's all I have for now.
-Kaylee
Brovo!! Kaylee! You should write some books!! 
