Molly's Agenda: Part 1That's me when I was 11. I have always loved sports, always had a twin sister (we are total opposites) and never, ever played with dolls. I don't have my ears pierced, I never wear skirts or dresses, I dislike diaries and other girl stuff (that's why this is an agenda) but love the color orange.I never argue with my parents except for one thing-my hair. My parents say I can't cut my hair short until after the quinceanera (sweet 15).You would thnk I would be exited, but I'm not. I will have to curl my hair,wear a tiara and a dress! At least on the upside there's sports. Sports! Do they have sports in Oregon? No, I don't think so. I collapsed on my bed, crying and waiting for something dramatic to happen, like a death or Bella coming at me for the soaps.But instead, Isabel stepped inside my room. -Molly
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Molly's Agenda:Part 2
I held my breath as Isabel sat down on my bed next to my head and slid something around my neck. "What is this?" I asked. But Isabel had already gone. I ripped off the piece of jewelry to discover that it was my great-grandma's lucky charm. I slid it around my neck and changed into my baseball cap, tie-die tee, jeans, and my orange jacket. Then I ran downstairs for a lunch of burgers and fries. Yuck! So unhealthy. I wonder how I'll survive.
Molly's Agenda:Part 3
I stared at my food, poking it cautiously. Isabel was eating quickly and happily, and once Bella arrived, she did the same. I carefully pulled out a slice of lettuce and some cut tomato pieces and ate them. "Fresh=Good."I told Dad. "Yeah, that's why this is from Wendy's, not McDonald's like you're probably thinking." He answered. I blushed and started eating quickly and messily. Just then I felt something stuck in my throat. I drank water, pushed my stomach, and came up with one conclusion. I was chocking. I put my hands around my neck in the chocking position and dad rushed over to my side. He pressed my stomach so hard that the piece of fry I was choking on came back through my mouth, flying through the air, and landed on Isabel's head. "Great!" she said as she pulled the fry off her head with a napkin and through it on the floor. She continued,"Now I have a reason to be mad at both of you!" She stomped up the stairs, crying. Then I remembered the necklace she gave me. "Isabel, wait!" I said as I ran up the stairs to her room. Her mascara was running down her face along with her tears. I bent down, and left the necklace she gave me on the floor. As I said before, I don't like jewelry.
Molly's Agenda: Part 4
I ran out the door of her room and rushed into mine. I looked on my laptop and saw a bus right around the corner leaving for Portland in 5 minutes. I rushed out of the house and onto the corner without anyone noticing me. There was a lot of people there, and I got a soft tap on the back. At first I thought someone bumped into me, but when I turned around, there stood Isabel. "I saw this picture place down the street and to the left. Wanna go?" Isabel asked. I shook my head no but my feet said 'Yes!' and started walking over there. We took a ton of pictures, and Isabel took one wearing a mustache and a sombrero. I was laughing so hard I needed to go to the bathroom. When we went home. I could feel it. We were sisters again. Not only in reality, but in happiness too. I like that.