Nonfiction

My teddy bears are named Tabo, Timber, and Piggy. They are furry and cute. Tabo is light brown and is a bear. Timber is also a bear and he is dark brown. Since Timber is older, he is less fat. Piggy is a pig; he is pink with brown spots.

My dirt bike is an XR 100 Honda 4-stroke with a 5 speed transmission. It has a red and black seat. It also has gray Ranthal grips with Dunlop tires and a gray chain. It does not have a lot of suspension.  It also used to be my Dad's bike.

My iPad model 6 is outstanding and I love it. It's been with me through thick and thin although it's very old and slow. It has a red and blue case to match my Nintendo Switch. I play 75% of my games on it though the screen is miniscule.

My coloring kit has an imaginary cover. For example it has cats with fish tales, a giraffe parachuting and other crazy things. If you open it you will find markers, crayons and colored pencils.

The memory I'm thinking of would taste like a sourpatch kid, sour at first but good at the same time. The memory takes place in 2nd grade, 7 years ago.

Looking back at my past I've never had really been told and story, riddle, or anything like that.
Like ya i've been told about santa, the easter bunny, and the tooth fairy, but I fould out quick that it was all just a lie.

At this point things are just confusing at this point, My mind is like its fighting itself over something even if both are wrong, I wish my mind wasn’t like how it is,I wish it could things right for ones, for it to do good things for myself instead

It was a cold but warm day. I walked into the school and wandered the halls to find my classroom. A large door appears out of nowhere and slightly creeks open as I push.

The first day of first grade my mom woke me up with breakfast sandwiches. It was waffles,bacon,egg and cheese. Then after we finished breakfast we rushed to school. I was super excited. Then we got there and the principal started talking.

One of the only things I remember about 1st grade was when me and another classmate got into a fight, with sticks as weapons.

Growing up I never really felt like I was a part of something. I always felt like an outcast. I would be friends with different people but they never really made me feel like they were my best friend.

I don’t really remember the first day of first grade or much about it except who my teacher was and what my classroom looked like and that it was harder than kindergarten.