Emily didn't have a smartphone herself, which only made her dislike them more. Every other teenager or adult could be seen walking around with their smartphones, but Emily, on the other hand, had never touched one or used one. She didn't even know how to turn one on. The fact that she couldn't afford one made her seethe with annoyance. She found it off putting that everyone one else had one and she didn't. Still, she put in a considerable amount of effort to evade being overly jealous of the other people who owned one or more than one electronic device.
Emily sat down on a tall kitchen stool at the counter and took out a pencil and a few sheets of lined paper. Since she was in a creative mood, she thought she ought to try writing a poem. Maybe she would come up with something good this time. She had written many poems before, and most of them had turned out okay. She enjoyed writing poems that consisted of quatrains where every second line rhymed inside of each paragraph. Those were her favourite kinds of poems. Cinquain poems were close behind, being her second favourite kind of poem.
Emily began writing down possible rhymes onto one of the pages in front of her. She already had an idea in mind for what she wanted to write. She smiled to herself then started to scribble out the first paragraph on a second piece of paper. Then, she took a moment to reread the paragraph to see if it flowed. Grinning with approval, she noted that the words she chose did sound good together. Her poem was starting off well.
Pretty soon she was finishing up the second paragraph, then the third. She was impressed by how quickly she was making progress. The words seemed to be coming very easily that day. Usually it took Emily much longer to get so far in her writing. Writing was always a fun challenge. However, she had to admit, it was much more enjoyable when she was actually getting somewhere.
Finally, Emily finished up her poem and read it to herself in silence. It was probably one of the best poems she had written yet. It was a short poem, but it told an amusing story and was humorous and light. Emily felt very proud. It had been worth it, spending all her class time writing poetry. The product of her creativity was ready to present to other people. First, she would read it to Mme Gaudrau, if Mme Gaudrau allowed her to.
Emily picked up the paper on which her poem was written on. Walking towards her French teacher, she called out "Mme Gaudrau?"
"Yes, Emily?" Mme Gaudrau replied "What is it?"
"Can I read you my poem?" Emily asked
"Yes, of course!" Mme Gaudrau answered.
Emily glanced at the paper she was holding and began to read
"I woke up one morning and thought to myself
Oh, no! I left my homework at school!
I reached for my glasses which sat on the shelf
Thinking again 'I broke a rule!'
I wondered what my teacher would say
What would my punishment be?
Maybe she'd tell me 'You've ruined my day!'
Then she would yell at me
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