I sat on my bed wondering when my sister would come home from France. She had gone there to study about baking. A small group of 6th graders went to Paris for a year and a half to learn how to cook. I personally thought it was kind of silly. Then I heard footsteps…

 “BLAIRE!” I yelled. “Let’s have breakfast,” Blaire said. 

 “Wild berry juice and macaroons coming right up!” I said.  

“Let’s take BonBon for a walk!” Blaire suggested.

To be continued…