Dearest…Chapter One By gracie b.

My cell phone buzzed. It’s a text from Lexi. It read, ‘ meet u @ mill creak mall @ 3!!’ I am going to the mall with Lani and Lexi. They are twins.

My name is Macy Macintosh and my friends’ names are Lani, Lexi, and Max, whose real name is Maxine. She likes Max better. How we met is a long story. It all starts with a stamp. Well, technically a letter, but it also was a stamp. It all started on a day like any other day. Well, mostly. You will see what I mean.

I was running down the sidewalk trying to get to the mailbox before the mailman. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ the rhythm my feet made, made me make a mental note to write that rhythm down when I get home. In my hand I had a letter to my cousin that my mom made me write.

Dear Casey,                       9/6/11
Hi! This is your cousin Macy wishing you a happy birthday. Wow 8! You are such a big girl!! I hope you like your present!

Love,
Macy

Cheesy, I know. But it’s a ‘Happy Birthday You’re 8!’ card and so on and so forth. My cousin Casey is REALLY annoying. She lives in Minnesota and I live in Virginia. She comes and visits every year and now she is eight. Which means eight times more annoying. Anyways, back to the story. Where was I? Oh! Now I remember. I was running and when I reached the mailbox I looked around for the mailman. He was nowhere in sight. So I stuck the letter in the mailbox and ran away.

Then it hit me. I didn’t put a stamp on the letter! I ran home to get a stamp, eventhough it might be too late. But then I thought ‘I could still catch him!’ When I was running, I ran right into someone playing football. That person was none other than Maxine ‘Max’ Larrson the football player.
“ Oops! Sorry I didn’t see you there.” Max said.
“ It’s fine.” I said rubbing my head.
“Where are you running to?” she asked.
“ I’m trying to catch the mailman!!” I answered.
“ Oh, I saw him turn on Willow Street, that way” she said pointing to the left.
“ Okay, thanks!” I said.
“ Sure thing!” she said.
So, I ran to the left. And eventually I caught up with the mailman.
“Here you go, I forgot the stamp.” I said out of breath.
“ Why thank ya, young lady!” he said with a southern accent.
I nodded, out of breath, and waved as he drove away. While I was walking home I turned onto Maxine’s street. She was still outside playing football.
“ Hey, who are you?’ she yelled when she saw me.
“ Who me?” I asked, as I got closer.
“Yeah you.” She said flatly.
“ I’m Macy. I live on Lincoln Street. So do you really play football?” I asked. “Uh-huh. My name’s Maxine but you can’t call me that. You and everyone else besides my mom have to call me Max.” She said tossing the ball around.
“ Oh, that’s neat and…okay.” I say. “Well, bye”.
“Bye.”
I run home thinking about my run-in with that girl ‘Max’. Hmn. I wonder, “does everyone in the world besides me play a sport?”

To Be Continued…………