My sister, Helen

Helen sighed she longed to go outdoors and play but she was 15 and much to old to play with neighbor children. They were only 13 and fourteen and she was 15. Why she even knew how to dance and had dates. She went to high school and they called her a subscrub. The first day she had walked into the wrong class because there had been seniors in the class. She told the teacher she was suppose to be in room 231, The class had laughed and the teacher told her she was in 331. She had said Oh and run out. Helen thumbed through a book. It was grand to be 15 but it had its drawbacks. She would like to go out snd show those boys how to punt. Oh dear here comes that horrible Joan Hugg that she had looked up to. Helen's mother was always holding her up as a good example and here comes Helen's mother now. "Helen put that book down and. Hello Joan come in and have a Coke." But we only have Ginger ale. Joan said thanks but she really did not like ginger ale.(Then my last page disappeared somewhere so we will have to finish this later when we get some coke. Needless to say my teach gave me a C minus and was kind enough not to comment.