It was the last day of Summer. I was at home and thinking how is it to be in the fifth grade. Will it be difficult? I don't know how to answer that. Oh! I did not show up! Now i will tell you who i am. I am Marta March and i am eleven years old. I come from Pula. My mum and dad got a job in Zagreb. And now i live in Zagreb. In Pula was beautiful. I think wonderful! I had friends in Pula, but now when i am in Zagreb, i don't have them. I was born in April. I have a sister named Leona and she is fourteen years old. I was in my room. When i lived in Pula i had my own bathroom. It was just for me! I miss that bathroom. But now i don't have a bathroom in my room. But okay... Now i want that can happen a miracle and that can create a bathroom. Now, right now! But miracles don't exist.
It was evening. I was in the kitchen with my mum, dad and sister.
Dad asked us:" And did you get ready for school?"
" Yes " i answered.
" Good " says dad.
I went to my room. Tomorrow i have school in morning, so i went to sleep early. Tomorrow is a new day and a new beginning.
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Marta March
Short StoryIt talks about a girl who moved to a new city. At first everything was fine but later she said something she shouldn't. She made a big mistake. This depends on her life. She's going to learn the lesson that she needs...
