Gabby One week in and already my new teacher complains about how much I daydream Gabriella he'll say Where have you gone off to this time I try to tell Mr Spicer it's not my fault Blame it on the
Words with Wings Some words sit still on the page holding a story steady Those words never get me into trouble But other words have wings that wake my daydreams They fly in silent as sunrise tickle my imagination and carry my thoughts away I can't help but buckle up for the
Getting Started Say fly and I go back to the first daydream that saved me I remember there were screams a plate crashing to the kitchen floor and angry words ripping the air I pulled the pillow over my head dove deeper under the covers Still I could hear the awful sound of their raised voices Lalalalalala I said aloud Still I could hear them If only I could fly I thought if I could fly fly fly away I'd go to the window step out on the ledge spread my wings and fly way high above the city higher than the clouds I d fly straight to Virginia fly to Great Grandma s
d land on the porch hop on her swing and listen to her hum hum humming to me And just then I could almost hear Great Grandma's hum could almost feel the gentle sway of the porch swing And for a few moments I forgot my parents fighting The word fly had set me free and I wondered Are there other words that can carry me
