other treat. Tabitha's stomach growled as she gathered her schoolbooks and papers. She sleepily rubbed her eyes as she tossed a few pencils into her backpack and, at the last minute, also grabbed her journal.
Tabitha had neglected her writing for a few days and was beginning to crave journal time. While thinking in your mind was a great thing, Tabitha found the process of physically writing down her feelings, thoughts, and perceptions to be both therapeutic and useful. If she was dealing with a situation she had already experienced, she could glance through her journal and find a reminder that she could get through the situation. Journaling was also just a simple way for Tabitha to keep track of important things: birthdays, gift ideas, phone numbers, and interesting facts.
Tabitha rushed downstairs and, knowing Mom was still asleep, jotted a short note to let her know where she'd gone. Hopefully Mom would be understanding about Tabitha's desire to spend time with her friend. Although Tabitha hadn't said much to Katie, she was so worried about the possibility of moving that she wanted to have as much fun before she left as she possibly could.
Tabitha knocked loudly on Katie's door a few times before Katie trotted downstairs. She opened the door and gave Tabitha a little wave.
“Morning,” she smiled at her friend.
“Same to you.” Tabitha entered the room, still feeling a bit sleepy. She saw that Katie was still wearing her pink and blue striped pajamas. Tabitha was wearing her pajamas, too, but hers had pink and green stripes. The two girls had picked out semi-matching pajamas for a sleepover they held last summer.
“Nice P.J.s,” Tabitha motioned toward Katie's clothing.
“Ha! Same to you! Come on in and let's start eating.”
The girls entered the kitchen. A large fruit and cheese platter sat on the counter begging to be eaten. A platter of eggs and a plate of bacon also adorned the counter top and Tabitha thought she smelled the scent of fresh muffins wafting through the air.
“Wow, Katie, what's the occasion?”
Katie smiled. “I get to stay!”
“What?”
“Ever since my Dad died my mom has been talking about moving again. I mean, it's not like we've even lived here that long but she wanted to move back to be closer to her family and stuff. But she decided that since I've been through enough 'trauma' this year, we get to live here until I graduate! Isn't that awesome? She told me late last night and I've been so excited that I just couldn't sleep. I called you because I just couldn't stand not telling you anymore!”
Katie jumped up and down, clapping her hands. She reminded Tabitha of a little girl getting a bicycle on her birthday, or, in Katie's case, a chemistry set. Katie's face was positively glowing; it was the happiest that Tabitha had ever seen her. The two girls hugged tightly and laughed and squealed.
“Oh Katie, dang, that's so great!”
“I know, right? It's awesome. We get to finish school together! And then we can even go to college together. You know, as long as you want to go where I want to go.”
Tabitha laughed. Katie had very strong opinions on going to college and Tabitha knew that whatever school Katie decided on would be a top-notch college. Katie felt that every woman should pursue a thorough education, even if she didn't plan on working after school.
“Being a homemaker is no reason not to be educated,” she told Tabitha frequently. Tabitha often dreamed of becoming a writer, but she also liked the idea of being a stay at home mother and raising a family. She used to talk about the future all the time with Katie, but lately Tabitha found that she didn't think much past the next few days. Even getting through the school day was wearisome and exhausting. College was a burden she didn't want to even think about until next year.
Tabitha wondered briefly if she should tell Katie about Dad's plan to make her move to
Tabitha had neglected her writing for a few days and was beginning to crave journal time. While thinking in your mind was a great thing, Tabitha found the process of physically writing down her feelings, thoughts, and perceptions to be both therapeutic and useful. If she was dealing with a situation she had already experienced, she could glance through her journal and find a reminder that she could get through the situation. Journaling was also just a simple way for Tabitha to keep track of important things: birthdays, gift ideas, phone numbers, and interesting facts.
Tabitha rushed downstairs and, knowing Mom was still asleep, jotted a short note to let her know where she'd gone. Hopefully Mom would be understanding about Tabitha's desire to spend time with her friend. Although Tabitha hadn't said much to Katie, she was so worried about the possibility of moving that she wanted to have as much fun before she left as she possibly could.
Tabitha knocked loudly on Katie's door a few times before Katie trotted downstairs. She opened the door and gave Tabitha a little wave.
“Morning,” she smiled at her friend.
“Same to you.” Tabitha entered the room, still feeling a bit sleepy. She saw that Katie was still wearing her pink and blue striped pajamas. Tabitha was wearing her pajamas, too, but hers had pink and green stripes. The two girls had picked out semi-matching pajamas for a sleepover they held last summer.
“Nice P.J.s,” Tabitha motioned toward Katie's clothing.
“Ha! Same to you! Come on in and let's start eating.”
The girls entered the kitchen. A large fruit and cheese platter sat on the counter begging to be eaten. A platter of eggs and a plate of bacon also adorned the counter top and Tabitha thought she smelled the scent of fresh muffins wafting through the air.
“Wow, Katie, what's the occasion?”
Katie smiled. “I get to stay!”
“What?”
“Ever since my Dad died my mom has been talking about moving again. I mean, it's not like we've even lived here that long but she wanted to move back to be closer to her family and stuff. But she decided that since I've been through enough 'trauma' this year, we get to live here until I graduate! Isn't that awesome? She told me late last night and I've been so excited that I just couldn't sleep. I called you because I just couldn't stand not telling you anymore!”
Katie jumped up and down, clapping her hands. She reminded Tabitha of a little girl getting a bicycle on her birthday, or, in Katie's case, a chemistry set. Katie's face was positively glowing; it was the happiest that Tabitha had ever seen her. The two girls hugged tightly and laughed and squealed.
“Oh Katie, dang, that's so great!”
“I know, right? It's awesome. We get to finish school together! And then we can even go to college together. You know, as long as you want to go where I want to go.”
Tabitha laughed. Katie had very strong opinions on going to college and Tabitha knew that whatever school Katie decided on would be a top-notch college. Katie felt that every woman should pursue a thorough education, even if she didn't plan on working after school.
“Being a homemaker is no reason not to be educated,” she told Tabitha frequently. Tabitha often dreamed of becoming a writer, but she also liked the idea of being a stay at home mother and raising a family. She used to talk about the future all the time with Katie, but lately Tabitha found that she didn't think much past the next few days. Even getting through the school day was wearisome and exhausting. College was a burden she didn't want to even think about until next year.
Tabitha wondered briefly if she should tell Katie about Dad's plan to make her move to
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