There's a girl in the city of Denver Colorado. She longs for adventure and fun. She wants to balle evil, not with words, but with swords and arrows. Her name is Morgan.
"I love this book!" exclaimed Morgan.
"What book is that, honey?" asked Morgan's mom, Sydney.
"I bet it's one of those stupid Lord of the Ring books again," sneered Morgan's brother, Cambro.
"They aren't stupid! They're wonderful. I did some reaserch about elves, dwarves, hobbits, humans, and all the other things in the stories. Of out all of them, I would want to be an elf," said Morgan.
"Why?" asked Cambro. "Do you like Santa and all his reindeer."
"No way! Elves are as tall as normal people but they live forever. They're the wisest thing on Middle Earth, that's where the story takes place," said Morgan.
"Duh," comented Cambro.
"But my favorite thing about elves is that they never physically age. So you could look 16 but be 1016! Isn't that cool!" exclaimed Morgan.
"It's all right," mumbled Cambro.
"I think that's great, hon," said Mom. "Now, if you two don't hurry, you're going to miss the but. You don't want to be late on your last day of school."
Morgan looked at her watch, eyes big.
"Oh, shoot!" shouted Morgan. Cambro and her raced out the door.
One day, 1 ½ years ago, Mogan missed the bus and she had to walk 3 miles uphill to get to school. After that day Morgan never missed the bus again.