my book chap 3

Chapter 3: A Day of Dreams
"Mom, why can't I go play my piano on the corner? You alaways let me."
"Because I say so."
"So what?" I asked.
"I'm the mommy that's why. Oh, and speaking of piano, your signed up for lessons with Nina Carson, the the most famous piano player of all time."
" I still don't get why I have to stay home." she WOULD NOT let her change the subject.
"All right you can if you can recite the first paragraph of your play."
"Fine, you win," she answered,
"Boston Commons 1748
In colonial America, women often met to work and talk together. As they spun, sewed, and knitted, they discussed events in thier communities, their colonies, and the mother country, England. Soon women were forming political groups. In 1748, a group of 300 women held a political rally in the Boston Commons. They set up their spinning wheels and spent the day working to protest the English control of trade." She recited.
"Now you may go play."
Adria rushed out the door, set up her piano and started playing. 10 more dollars and I have enough, she thought to herself.
Soon, a ton of people showed up. This is is more people than usual, thought Adria. She didn't care she just kept playing (if I were invisble, a disney song. some were singing along.) her piano. She loved art and piano, but piano was her talent.
When she finished, she stood up and people threw tons of money in the coffee can she used to get money. Some kids pulled change out of there pockets, adults wrote checks, and the really little kids asked for money to put in the "can".

Later, while Adria was counting it, the doorbell rang. Her mom got it.
"Adria come here." with a sigh,Adria came to the door. The delivery man asked her to sign somthing, and she did. The guy left, and she opened the package. inside was a-
Adria gasped. It was a dream come true. She examined it. An actual piano! She had been saving up for one for ages, and somone bought her one! She read the name. Tara Carlson, age 10.
She read a note taped to the piano.
"I talked to you at school just yesterday." I had signed it and told the man, who happened to be my dad, to drop it of first.
He had listened, and Adria was in heaven.
She finished counting her money, and she had 50$!
It was a day of dreams.

Chapter 2 (Tara Carlson isn't really my name. It's just part of the book.)

Chapter 2: Me.

My name is Tara Carlson. I have brown hair, green eyes, and an interest in music. I also love animals and try to be kind to everyone. As for clothes, as long as they match, they are clean and they are comfortable, they are cool.
I knew that Adria would be famous some day but she was just thinking about her art. She would be good at a certain type of art, she just didn't know yet. I am writing this book about her so you know her life wasn't easy. Having four teasing brothers didn't help much.

"Adria's got a crush on Jarron, Adria's got a crush on Jarron!"
"Shut up, Ammon Donald Duck Riley!" she would always reply.
Or:
"Adria's got the cooties, Adria's got the cooties!"
"Moooooom! Tanner Johnald Riley is teasing me!"

Adria often changed there names. Like Ammon Donald Riley, and Tanner Jhon Riley.

"I'm in Adria's rooom!"
"Get out, and I mean it Bryce Alexandra Riley!" (a.k.a.: Bryce Alexander Riley.)

"I make mess."
"Landon Egg Riley!" (a.k.a. Landon Craig Riley.)

She wished she could just fly away. In fifth grade, she finally had a best friend again, Cathryn Williams.
Cathryn was her good friend. She had redish hair,and she didn't seen to care about fashion mush. her idea of style was a pair of clean jeans, matching socks and a t-shirt, long sleeved shirt,sweater, or turtle neck. Her eyes were a brown color, and she looked pretty, even without being a fashion model. She was so easygoing, while Adria was a busy girl. Well, it's living proof of the fact: opposites attract.

Those girls were cool. Cathrine would have been popular if she were not friends with Adria. They were cool. So I said hi once. time to start. I will start with 5th grade.

"Ohhh." The first day of school. She always dreaded it. "First day of tourturous math and recesses."

"Adria get up!" Her mom said, waking her up. "You'll be late for school!"

"I wish I couldn't go." she mumbled.

"I heard that!" her mom said.

So she dragged herself out of bed and sighed. I wish I didn't have to go to school, he thought.