My name is Aviva Ivy Grafter.My father's name is Nate George Grafter. My mothers name is Lucy Rose Kean. My best friend's name is Lisa Luna Bonner. We both are 9.
One Friday I woke up to the smell of Peanut Butter and Nutella Waffles, otherwise known as PB and N waffles.I walked down the stairs that lead to the kitchen.I found my mom making my breakfast."Today Lisa invited you for a sleepover"! She says "Now eat before the bus comes,
little tomboy".Yeah my mom calls me a tomboy because I am one. I hate nail polish, necklaces, rings,
bracelets, dangly earrings, dresses, and skirts."Oh look here is the bus"Says mom. I run upstairs and change into a green and blue ti-dye shirt and denim shorts. I run downstairs, jump in my red sneakers.
I put on my green backpack and hold my blue lunchbox. Then I run into the bus.
"Aviva, over here"Lisa waves to me to sit down next to her."Aviva wait!"mom yells running up the bus step."What?"I ask."Here, take the house keys, you'll need them when you come back"says mom giving me the house keys."Okay"I replied.I sat next to Lisa. Twenty minutes later we were at school. Ring ding was the sound of the bell. Everyone rushed into the school. Lisa and I ran into bad luck. We ran into Stinkyelle Plaranga Unacila, the bully of the school. She used to be nice but now she is not because people call her Stinky P.U. "Run!"yelled Lisa. We both ran into our class. Seven hours later the bells sounded again. "Pack up class, no homework today"Ms.Hannah yelled. The air was filled with cheers. "Dismissal"called Ms.Hannah. Everyone ran out of the school. Lisa and I were the first people to be picked up.
"What do you want to do when we get home?"asked Lisa.
"Dunno"I replied.
"How about read books and look in the attic for interesting stuff"I suggested.
"Good idea"says Lisa,"Oh look we are home".
"Hey guys don't you want a snack?" yelled Ms.Anita.
"Okay"we called
After we were done eating Ms.Anita told me "Your mother is having a baby".
"WHAT?!" I yelled.
"Did you know"I asked Lisa as we walked up the stairs to the attic.
"Nuh uh"she said shaking her head,"Oh look we're here".
I pushed open the door.We rummaged through boxes.
"Look at this"Lisa exclaimed shaking an old paper in my face. It was written by her great great grandfather, Thomas Neaf. It was a page ripped from a diary.
I read it out loud: "My two daughters Alicia and Betty have been having an enjoyable time in Hawaii".
I remembered something. "My great grandmother was Alicia Neaf as well". Lisa said " And my great grandmother was Betty Neaf". We both said at the same time "Are we related? Dunno". I said "Let's ask your mom, Lisa".
Lisa's mom was surprised and excited. She took out an old leather bound book that had her family tree and looked through it. She traced her finger down to Alicia and Betty Neaf. Alicia Neaf had married Pierre Jacques and moved to France. I exclaimed in delight "Those are my great grandparents! So we are related!" Lisa and I screamed "Hurrah!". We started dancing around the room and doing cartwheels.
Two days later my mom came back."Mom ,dad!"I yelled. I was so happy to see them. Dad stepped out of the car at the same time as mom."Look at Jack Jake Grafter, the newest member of our family" said dad taking a newborn baby boy out of a baby car seat in the back.
"He is cute"said Lisa who also came outside with me.
"Yeah" I said completely agreeing.
"How are you feeling Ms.Rose? "asked Lisa.
"Mom guess what? We are related to Lisa's family." My mom was surprised and Lisa's mom told her all about it.
"Yup"I said,"All ends well"
One year later Jack is a year old. He comes at night to my room and shakes me awake and calls me"Viva". He does not annoy me and he is cute.
The End
