It was named Bridge of Terabithia She told me that she need to read a chapter

It was named bridge of terabithia she told me that

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expecting at all; it was a thick book with thirteen chapters. It was named Bridge of Terabithia . She told me that she need to read a chapter and then write in her reading log. I asked her quickly why she picked it and she told me that her teacher picked it out for her to “push her”. Time: 5:30 Setting: Marie started reading at 5:20 and now she only has three pages left of her chapter. She reads out loud, in a slow articulate voice stumbling on her words ever so often. Every now and then, she would look up at me to see if I was listening to her. As she was finishing the last page, my aunt texted me to see how she was doing and to let me know dinner was in the fridge and just needed to be heated up. Marie set down her book and grabbed her reading log to start writing about what she read. She wrote around five sentences about when she read, who she read to and what she read about. I read over what she wrote to see if what she was writing made sense and then signed it to verify that she did her work. Once she finished her homework and put all her stuff away, we went to the kitchen to make dinner. My aunt had left over Persian food, which was a common meal due to my grandfather being from Iran. There was beef kabob and rice with yogurt sauce. Marie was excited to eat dinner, helping me prepare it so it could be ready faster. As I prepared our plates, I told her it was time to feed the cats as they were next to us meowing. She went to the cat food bin and poured two bowls for each of her cats. She, then, grabbed our drinks while I grabbed the plates and we went over to the dinner table. Time: 5:55 Setting: Once dinner was over, we threw away our plates and cleaned up the table / kitchen area. I couldn’t write anything down while we were eating so I omitted ten minutes out of the time. In the time, Marie ate neatly and quietly. She has the mannerism of my aunt; being polite, having good table etiquette and being cleanly. She asked me if she could look outside to see if any of her friends were outside playing. The two of us walked through the part of the house that is under renovation carefully and went outside. Her friends were outside, playing on the front yard of one of their homes with the parents outside. Marie looked at me as if to ask if she could go over and the two of us made our way over there. I sat down and introduced myself to the two moms who were sitting in lawn chairs. They told me that my aunt has spoken about me in the past and of course I could sit down with them to continue my observation. Marie and her two friends who I will not say their names, started to draw chalk on the driveway. The three of them just drew and would gossip about whatever they wanted. From where I was sitting, I could see what they were drawing. The driveway was a colorful utopia; having everything from rainbows, butterflies, flowers, hopscotch, and self-portraits. They were having fun; giggling, singing and humming to make the time pass. When one of the girls brothers came out with the family dog, they all screamed. They didn’t want their work to get messed up by the dog or brother. The two moms lectured the three girls to quiet down. The neighborhood my aunt lives in is a pretty quiet neighborhood, it is in the suburbs with a bunch of side roads that are filled with bungalow style homes.
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