All in a Day's Work

Blurry.
That's the best way to describe the weather. Somewhere between rainy and foggy.
Blurry.
And with winds so strong and cold, it's feeling like a blizzard.
Ultra blurry.
Some places closed due to weather problems. Others had to stay open due to how helpful they are. Few stayed open because it was wanted by all of the workers.
Being your own manager has its perks.

      I have the greatest respect for Amanda because of this. Everyday at 6 in the morning she passes by me to open her cafe. It's a two mile walk from her apartment to her cafe. She braves the weather twice each day for two miles, not stopping to talk or accept any drinks or extra coats. She opens at 7 in the morning, cleaning up everything she missed from the night before. She then works, by herself, serving costumers and taking their orders, and takes a break from 12:10 to 12:20. She only allows herself that small break for lunch.

      At about 4:30, I bring her daughters and son from school. I wish I could bring them in personally, but I just wait until they're safely inside. The kids do their homework before helping their mom as best as they can. I can only assume it's hard to be a hardworking, 30-year-old widow with an 8-year-old daughter (Lanie) and twin 6-year-olds (Color and Lou). They work constantly, not accepting help from others. It's them against the world.

     Amanda refuses my offer to take her to her cafe and back home everyday. She has me take her kids to school at 8, bring them to the cafe at 4:30, and take them back home at 9. Amanda doesn't leave work until somewhere between 11 and 12. I always just wait outside for her kids to be safe inside. She never has me wait for her or help her. She passes me on her way back home. Sometimes, if work had been extremely bad that day, I make sure she gets home safe. She never minds - I think she appreciates it, actually - but she doesn't consider it as me helping her. I'm just that one caring friend.

     I know nearly everyone in town, but this family is the one I feel connected to. It makes me glad I live across the street from the school, a mile one way takes me to their apartment, and a mile the other way takes me to their cafe. Life could be simpler, but this is an easy schedule. One day, Amanda fell extremely sick. I couldn't help her at all.

     A man, her brother Nick, came to live with them and help with the cafe. He appreciated me to help him to the cafe and back to the apartment. I think Amanda didn't want me to take her to the cafe or back home because I'm technically the reason she's a widow. Nick eventually brought in his 4-year-old son (Chris) and I helped take another kid to each place. Nick was also stubborn in not letting people go to help him at the cafe. Eventually he stopped needing my help, too.

     Later on in life, maybe a couple months later, Amanda passed on. I don't know why I was so upset; my life is based around people coming and going. I'm just so glad that Nick, Lanie, Color, Lou, and Chris are staying. Well, I guess it's just all in a day's work...

                                                                                             ...for a bus, that is.

My MOYA essay (MOYA= month of young adolescents)

My Essay by Melody Stocking  October 23, 2013

            I would be a very enthusiastic candidate for your school. I am careful to complete all assignments to my best ability, I have led students that are behind in class to be caught up, and I volunteer as much as possible. I have written a few examples below.

            The carefulness of my schoolwork is extraordinary. First of all, I don’t rush through my homework. Most kids rush and get bad grades. I don’t rush and get better grades than them. I also either write clearly or I type. I usually write, so it’s very important for me to write neat. The last thing to write about is how I’m a perfectionist. Most people take perfectionist the wrong way, though. I just like everything to show my best work.

            My leadership skills are very important. I am very organized. That’s good because if I’m not organized I wouldn’t be able to find my notes. I also work well with others. If I wasn’t able to work well with others, it would be a disaster when I try to lead them. I am glad that people like and listen to my ideas. I hope you do, too.

            Besides for the carefulness of my school work and my leadership skills, I have another quality. I do community service and I volunteer to do them. Every year my church holds a Gluten Free Food Fair. A Gluten Free Food Fair is a fair of food that’s gluten free. Every year I help pass out some things to the visitors. Another thing that I do is packing lunches. These lunches are for the kids that go to schools and get school lunch. The reason we pack their lunches is because the schools don’t have enough funds to afford the school lunches. I also have a lot of extracurricular activities. That’s when I volunteer my own time for other things. I am a part of Girl’s Choral Academy, Young Author’s, and I am signing up for Student Council.

            Here’s where I come to an end. As I put earlier, I help a lot, people listen to my ideas whether crazy or sane, and I never rush through my work. This paper here took hours to finish. I would be delighted to be at your school and please consider me as a candidate for your school. 

Melody Thinks She's Olivia Munn

PIE

My favorite food is pie.
Every pie is for me.
Lemon Meringue Pie
OH MY PIE!
Die for pie, I do.
Yuck is not pie.
Lime pie?
You must like pie.
No food = Have pie
Nine pies in my tummy
Several different pies, I like.
Time to eat pie.
"Oh say, can you see..." pie?
cake?
Cake and pie are tied for first place.
King Cake and Queen Pie
Insane = Me wanting pie.
Never ending pie.
God must like pie.

The Case of the Stolen Presents

Disclaimer by Mel's mom:  Mel wrote this in fifth grade...

BOOM! I woke up immediately. I got up and put on my slippers. It was pitch black inside and outside. I put on my robe that came with my silk and green pajamas that I was wearing. I was walking towards the steps when I ran into my giant and fake elephant that I got as a souvenir from Asia. After running into the elephant, I landed 3 feet away from it and my fuzzy green slippers flew off of my feet into opposite directions. I crawled around to find the and instead I came across a flashlight. I turned it on, found and put on my slippers, and rushed down the steps while avoiding any further obstacles. My mom was outside talking to someone that I knew but I couldn’t remember his name. I went outside and stood quietly to the side of my mother who was dressed in a blank white t-shirt with sweatpants and she had no robe on.

My mom started talking, “Listen Professor. She’s too young and she probably heard the loud BOOM! I should go get her and tell her what’s going on.”

Before I could say a word, Professor Old Man (that’s what I’m calling him) started talking, “You don’t have to, Tanya. Mel is already here.”

I was scared out of my mind. What do I say?

I took in a deep breath and started talking, “I… um… are you… um… well, taking me to school… you know… um… do you, Professor… um… do you Professor I Don’t Know?”

Professor Old Man chuckled, “You know me. It’s Professor Dumbledore, remember? Memory charm on you, I suppose you want to get rid of it.”

I nodded politely, he raised his wand and I remembered everything.

“I need to pack, Professor Dumbledore. I’ll go… now,” I murmured.

I rushed inside, went upstairs, grabbed my wand, and with a flick of it, everything was packed. I soon realized that I needed on more appropriate clothing instead of my pajamas. I quickly got dressed, grabbed my suitcase and owl, a snowy, white, female owl named Snow, and went downstairs to leave with Dumbledore.

“Good-bye Tanya, I mean Step-mom, I mean (exhale) good-bye mom,” I said rather fast.

My mom smiled and whispered, “Good-bye, Mel. I’ll see you next year.”

Professor Dumbledore went into the yard and got my broomstick from the shed. Dumbledore and I got on our brooms and flew towards the Burrow.

I asked the first question, “What was the explosion all about?”

Dumbledore answered, in a gentle tone, as if it was obvious, “Your neighbor saw me flying on a broom and fired a bazooka at me.” He chuckled lightly and then asked, “Mel, did you forget your bazooka?”

I shook my head, pointed at my wand, threw it in the air, caught it, pointed at my wand again, and yelled, “BAZOOKA!”

My wand transformed into a bazooka quickly and then I whispered, “Wand.”

My bazooka turned back into a wand and I put it away.

Someone called me after I did and I answered my cell phone immediately.

The person on the other end asked, “Is your refrigerator running?”

I answered with, “No. It tripped yesterday when it was running. It’s grounded and it’s at the doctor’s right now. We think it’s a broken ankle.”

Their reply was weird, “Oh. Well, a fridge just passed me yelling, ‘Bye-Bye Doctor! I’m running away! On my twisted ankle!’ It’s now in jail and it cried itself to sleep. I’ll take it back to your house, ok?”

After a moment I said, “Ok. Bye.”

I was stunned. How did that random person know that I was telling the truth? I soon realized that they were a wizard and that I was flying in circles in the Burrow’s backyard. I got off of my broom and took my broom, owl, and suitcase inside. I set my things on the floor and took a look at the grandfather clock. This clock showed where all of the Weasley’s were. Right now, all of them were home. I looked at my watch and it was 5 till 8. Mrs. Weasley will get up any minute to wake up Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Mr. Weasley. While I was waiting for them, I sat on the couch, put on a blanket, got a book from the end table, and read until 8:15. I heard the familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley yelling at her children to get up. I put the book away, put the blanket away, and sat at the table quietly with my items until someone until someone comes down the steps after waking up. When Bill came down, he noticed me admiring the Dictionary. He quickly went upstairs and then it was quiet. Then the Weasleys, Potter, and Granger came down the steps, in a line, youngest to oldest. Everyone went to an assigned seat according to the chairs with names carved at the top. Mrs. Weasley served food and then sat down. Exactly 3 seconds later, everyone became noisy again. I noticed that Harry was standing in the doorway.

He soon texted me, ‘Ice? Remember? Your blood, my scar?’

I was stuck between Fred and George who were yelling at each other as if they were on separate levels of the house. They soon were yelling at Percy who was reading the paper quietly. I lost my temper.

I yelled, “SHUT UP, FRED AND GEORGE! I AM TRYING TO FOCUS!”

I yelled it so loudly that everyone stopped to look at me. Fred and George looked shocked at what I said, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron gave me a look of, ‘Uh-oh,’ Percy and Mr. Weasley shrugged and went back to their newspapers, Bill and Charlie looked stunned that I could yell, Mrs. Weasley looked furious, and Harry buried his head into his hands. I got out of my seat, grabbed my things, and went outside to practice my flying.

Before I left, I said, “Molly, you may be furious, but I am dangerous and ferocious. As for the rest of you, you may join me in a few minutes if you want.”

I felt rude and wanted to apologize, but I had too much on my mind. I had to clear my head and to do that is by setting my stuff in a safe place, scream at the top of my lungs, and fly in circles until people join me.  I was flying in circles for 5 minutes when I was joined by Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Harry.  Ginny, Hermione, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley were watching from a safe distance.  Ron decided to switch with Ginny and Percy decided to quit. 

“Let’s play a fair game of girls vs. boys,” Fred suggested.

“Or the girls get out” George suggested. 

Ginny and I disagreed to sit out.  We were playing a fair game.  Ginny and I vs. Bill, Charles, Fred, George and Harry.  The game lasted 5 minutes.  I caught the golden snitch.  Harry congratulated me by text message.

WE play another round after another until it was time for dinner.  After dinner, Mrs. Weasley told me to share a story on why Harry and I can’t be too close to each other.

I stated with thinking through it and then I began to speak.  “Well you know how when Voldemort is too close to Harry, Harry’s scar burns, right?  If you do, then sorry.  I’m telling it anyway.  Harry was born on July 1^st; I was born on July 9^th.  My mom died of joy when I looked straight into her eyes and then I turned my head to my dad who was stunned and them has a heart attack because my mom died.  I was handed to the potters who were and still are my parents’ best friends.

A week ago, before Harry was one, we learned how to talk to each other through our minds.  On Harry’s first birthday, Lord Voldemort came.  Harry was standing in his crib and I was in Lily’s arms.  I saw Lord Voldemort kill James.
Lily said, “Don’t kill Harry or Mel.  I will die for Harry and I know you can’t kill Mel.”  She set me down and I crawled over to Harry’s crib.  I look back just in time to see Voldemort kill Lily.  He picked me up, up put me in my crib, gave me my dino-dog and tried to kill Harry.  The spell hit his forehead, bounced toward me, hit dino-dog and bounced off towards Lord Voldemort and hit him. 

But he’s not dead because the spell hit dino-dog.  OI am the reason Lord Voldemort is not dead.  Voldemort can’t touch Harry because of Lily dying for Harry.  Harry’s scar burns when near Lord Voldemort because Lord Voldemort gave him that scar.  Harry and I can’t be too close to each other because of our blood.  Harry has Lily’s blood and I have my uncle’s blood.  My uncle is Tom Marvolo Riddle.  My uncle is Lord Voldemort.

I paused for a moment.  I was waiting for them to call me a monster, tell me to get out and back away.  All they did was pull out their phones and start texting.  I was getting a lot of texts.

The text messages I was getting were “Get a job as a storyteller,” from Fred, George and Mr. Weasley.

Ginny and Hermione texted, “Follow us to our room.”

Mrs. Weasley texted, “You’re sleeping in Ginny’s room with Ginny and Hermione.”

I got a text from Percy, Charlie and Bill saying, “Want to go with u to the Daily Prophet to see if you could get that into the paper?”

I replied with “yes”

Ron texted me, “I guess you have a rough life.”  Harry looked confused and I received a text from him that said “Your forehead, is it burning?”

I stared at him, looked directly in his eyes and nodded.  Everyone was staring at me.

Mrs. Weasley broke the silence.  “Mel touch Harry’s scar with your left hand.  Harry, do the same thing. On the count of three.  One, Two, Three!”

When we touched I felt like I was going to explode and harry looked like his scar was burning.

Hermione yelled “Stop! Mrs. Weasley, they’re obviously in pain!”

I finally stopped hurting.  The pain went away.  We took our hands away and I noticed that we had imprints of lightning bolts on our hands.  When everyone went to bed, I went with Bill, Charlie and Percy to the Daily Prophet.  I left a note for them that told my story.  In the morning, we were rushed by Mrs. Weasley.  We grabbed our Hogwarts materials, broom owl and suitcase and we left to go to Hogwarts.  Mr. Weasley drove us straight to Hogwarts.  Everyone got out and went to get breakfast.  I was half asleep and didn’t listen to Dumbledore’s speech.  By the time the mail got here, most kids were asleep in their food.  Since my owl couldn’t aim I got excused from class to pout my presents and owl in the Gryffindor Common Room.

I set them down and mad sure that someone was watching them.  At lunchtime, my preschool friends Kayley and Katherine came to school.  We hung out before got to the Common room.  I went toward my presents that weren’t there anymore. I told Harry, Hermione and they decided they were the detectives.

“We should tell Myrtle. Maybe she can help,” I suggested.

Everyone else murmured in agreement. At 2:15 we went to get Myrtle. She was obviously upset because she was crying a lot.

I calmed Myrtle down by saying, “its ok. We’re friends. I won’t get mad at you.”

It took me an hour to think of that?

Myrtle stopped crying and said, “Malfoy was near the presents. I’ll scare him into a trap.”

I nodded. Detective Hermione drew out the plans.

Detective Harry said, “Listen, if we want to catch him we need to do it now.

I agreed. While Harry, Hermione, and Myrtle caught Malfoy, Ginny, Ron, and I sat in the Gryffindor Common Room.

I was stumped so I asked, “How can my presents be here if Malfoy was captured?”

Ginny suddenly shushed me, “Do you here that?”

I nodded and realized that Malfoy, Draco is innocent. We went to tell Harry, Hermione, and Myrtle when they came in.

“Draco is chasing someone. We can’t catch him,” Myrtle moaned.

He came in two minutes later with Kayley and Katherine, the real thieves.

“We got you the wrong presents…” Kayley started.

“And we came here to give you the correct ones,” Katherine finished.

They were both crying horribly. I forgave them. We went to the Great Hall for dinner together.

“Good-bye Kayley! Good-bye Katherine! Tell Abby I said hi! I’ll see you in the summertime!” I shouted.

Kayley and Katherine shouted back, “Good-bye Mel!!!”

They went back home to be seen by me in the summertime. I was also in the in the Daily Prophet, the wizard newspaper, as Melody Lynn Stocking and to my friends as Melly. It is The End for now…
              *Dramatic Music*

My Life

Disclaimer by Mel's mom:
This is a fictional, futuristic writing about Mel's life; how she will look back on it in the future... She wrote this in 4th grade.  Creston High School closed after the school year 2012/13.

On July 9, 2002, I was created into this world.  I was due on June 27.  My mom ate lots and lots office cream and other junk food.   I don’t know if that is why I am hungry all the time, but I think so.  It was a bright and early day when I was born Tuesday in a hospital at exactly 7:01 am.  My life has been affected, I think, because I was born 12 days later than I was due.  Anyway, I was pudgy with orange hair and freckles when I was born.  My parents wrote about me in my baby book.  My birth was in the newspaper and other babies that were born in 2002 were in there.  In a section was a spot that said, “July 9” and kids names were listed.  I saw my name in that section by “girls”.  My name, Melody Lynn Stocking, and others were in there.  (I could go on with my birth, but I do not want to.)

In 2006, I had my 4^th b-day, b-day means birthday, party.  It was so cool.  I wrote about it in a different story and I typed it up for an assignment.  I was four, obviously, and I had no friends except for my cousins because we were in the middle of July.  I had my b-day party on my birthday that year.  I had lots of fun.  I played games.  I got lots of presents.  It was one of the best days in my life!  Sadly, it ended.  That is why I want to relive that part of my life.

Fourth grade was one of my favorite times in life.  I got to sell candy!  We had jobs and we got a duck if we sold a whole box of candy.  I didn’t like that physical education was every day.  In fourth grade, I played recorder.  I got a lot of belts.  I was in some concerts fourth grade did.  I started fourth grade on September 9, 2011.  I shared a treat for my birthday on my half birthday.  I finished school early because of pink eye and strep throat.

I really loved my high school graduation.  I went to Creston and my sister didn’t want to come.  I went to Creston because I was able to walk to school.  High school was fun for me because every time I brought my library card, I stopped at the library after school.  My high school graduation was at Creston on May 10, 2020.

I started college September 19, 2021.  We had to study a lot.  Test after test after test… too many tests.  Everyone was glad to go home, even the smartest people who were my friend Suzie and me.  We were also roommates.  Sometimes we helped each other with homework.  Suzie is not here now.  She isn’t anywhere to be found except for her coffin.  She had died in a car crash driving home for Christmas.

On Halloween in the year of 2024, my sister got married.  She was 27.  Her friend Lexi couldn’t come because she lost her boyfriend again.  It was a weird wedding.  The reason was my husband was best friends with my sister’s husband.  When the wedding was over, I promised not to get married until I got a job.

That didn’t happen.  I got married 3 years before I got a job (four jobs to be exact).  One of my jobs was a substitute teacher.  On Saturdays and Wednesdays, I spend my day in the lab.  On Sundays and Fridays, I always write.  I published a book.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I go to the mechanic’s shop trying to make a new car.  I take days off to be a substitute.  I read books and sing for fun.

I was at the shop called “Zoey the Mechanic’s Shop” and she said that I could work there.  I got the job to be a scientist on the fourth of July.  How was this?  I used a science formula and made fireworks.  Apparently, some scientists were walking by when this happened.  How I became a writer started like this.  I was writing a report for school and I didn’t notice that when I turned my piece of writing in, I turned it in to an author.  I noticed it when somebody asked me, “What do you want to cover to look like?”  I then explained what happened.  He told me it was very good and it was so good it should be published.  So one day I went to make a series of books and so far so good.  That all happened in the year of 2029.

Five years later I had my fourth and final kid.  He was a boy named Percy Poseidon Olympian Jr.  My triplets were excited when I told them I was going to have a baby.  The triplets were girls, so they didn’t want to take care of a baby boy.  The girls were nine and were named Destiny Hope Olympian, Melody Lynn Olympian Jr., and Harmony Jane Olympian.  That was the order they were born.  They all didn’t want to do that much work, but they did.  I didn’t go to work for over a year because of my kids.  Percy was born on February 11, 2034.  I wished I could go away to San Francisco.

On December 20, 2037, Zoey and I invented the flying car.  Zoey did something wrong and I tried to fix it, but I couldn’t.  We tried and tried and tried when suddenly another customer came into the waiting area.  I told the guy we were working with to leave and if his car broke to come in immediately.  He agreed with a frown and drove away.  While he was driving, he started to lift off of the ground.

I went to call my sister at her restaurant, “Issues” when she called me.  “Was that you?  What happened Mel?”

I replied, “Rosalie, go tell the people at your restaurant to tell their family, friends and neighbors that Zoey from “Zoey the Mechanic’s Shop” and Mel have invented the flying car.”

“Ok!” She said then hung up on me and I think she did what I told her to do because people were driving to the shop. 

Then somebody called me and said, “Tell Zoey, your family, your friends, and the whole class you substitute with, their teacher, you and Zoey just became famous!  Tell the teacher it’s like a field trip to San Francisco.”

I almost screamed to tell the truth.  I mean, San Francisco, the place I always wanted to go?  Of course not!

Then I said, “When I’m ready, I’ll call you.  Oh, by the way, how did you get my number?”

“It’s in the phonebook.  It will have to go tomorrow though, just so you know.”

“What will…”  I froze for a moment and then said, “My private jet.  Thank you because… Is it free?  I mean the ride.  Is it?”

“Of course.  Bye.”

“Bye.”

I told Zoey.  I told all of my friends.  I told the people at work.  I told my family.  I told them, “Pack your things.  Be ready in two days.  We are going to San Francisco.  Zoey and I invented the flying car.  Don’t forget to pack your best clothes.  It will be a long trip.  Thank you.  Bye.”      

Now I am 41 years old and retired.  It has been ten years since I became famous.  Now I spend my time writing.  My family has supported me throughout the years.  Thank you.

Me = Gluten Free

Disclaimer from Mel's mom:  I do not remember events occurring in the manner described in this personal narrative that Mel wrote for school.

Hook: Have you ever wondered to not be able to eat at McDonald’s?

1^st day/introduction: On June 13, 2009, I became gluten free. It all started when my brother had a doctor appointment and he wanted me to come with him. Our mom drove us to our appointment and we arrived a few minutes before a nice nurse called us in. My brother and I were going to have our blood drawn to see if we had celiac disease (a whole different story). When our blood was being drawn, my mom was trying to calm Dennis, my brother, down. I was being a good role model. My brother was following my lead. Here are my 6 rules… Step one: be calm. Step two: hold your hand in a fist. (Or to him hold mom’s hand so hard she can’t feel it afterwards.) Step three: have your long hair tucked behind your ears. Step four: make sure you DO NOT look scared. Step five: make sure Mel feels awesome. Step 6: look away. My brother soon became calm. We were in the doctor’s office waiting for our results as soon as our blood was finished being taken. Our doctor came in finally and told us the news. He told my mom, “Mrs. Stocking, your kids do not have celiac disease.” My mom thanked the doctor for his time, she let us get some stickers, and then we left. Our mom put us on a gluten free diet to see if we react to being gluten free. For dinner we had some tater tot casserole.

1^st week: When I woke up I easily forgot all about being gluten free. Usually there are leftovers but, today there weren’t any leftovers. I asked my mom what there was to eat and she said, “There is some cereal and potatoes.” I settled down for some Rice Chex instead of chicken nuggets. I really wanted some chicken nuggets. The next day I wanted some Poptarts but, they were apparently gluten like almost everything else in the whole wide world. I had some Chocolate Chex and it was better than the plain and boring Rice Chex. Day after day was the same. On Saturday, there were Fruit Loops and I reminded myself that they were gluten and I was gluten free. I complained to myself, all day, about not being able to eat the delicious gluten I’ve had when I was younger.

1^st month: My dad makes Dennis and I lunch that’s gluten, of course, when my mom is at work. He also doesn’t make my sister, Rosalie, food that’s gluten. After all of that gluten in my system, I start getting “sick”. All that means is that I get a belly-ache and lay on the floor watching whatever game dad is playing at the moment. Apparently lying on my belly when I have a belly-ache helps the pain go away. At least I don’t swell up or need an epi-pen. I wish two things that will never come true and I know it won't come true for fact. One: being gluten free is easy. Two: my siblings will stop being annoying like every sibling is.

1^st school year: I’m so excited! Today is the first day of second grade with a new teacher, a new classroom, and new classmates! I have my gluten free home lunch packed. Even though I’m allowed to eat gluten, my mom won’t let me eat gluten at school. At the end of Spring Vacation, Dennis and I have another doctor appointment. We still don’t have celiac disease but, we got put on a “completely gluten free diet”. The doctor told us to not eat something that makes us feel sick. That ‘something that makes us feel sick’ is obviously gluten.

Conclusion: Becoming gluten free is a very important event to me because I haven’t eaten gluten since years ago. It’s not something that I have forgotten after three years. If I had the chance to eat gluten ever again, I would take the chance even if it meant getting “sick”.

"I Am" Poem

I am…  Melody Lynn Stocking

I am magical and shy

I wonder when I will get pie

I hear birds chirping

I see a chair balanced on a head

I want a hippogriff so I can fly

I am magical and shy

I pretend to have my own car

I feel a ghost nearby

I touch the walls closing in

I worry I won’t be a famous writer

I cry when I hear Fred’s name

I am magical and shy

I understand I’ll always be poor in money

I say I can spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I dream that I will keep my friends

I try to obey my parents

I hope to go to Hogwarts next year

I am magical and shy