It’s a new day. Things will be better today, right. I tuck my shirt in and whisper to my self. I here the wind of the cars out side zoom past my house. I study the paintings hung around my house, and then glance at the kitchen thinking I would regret not eating later when I’m hungry at school. I sit in the chair across from the computer and write a blog for today in English. I roll back in my chair and try to relax, but suddenly I here the crash of glass shatter on the floor for I have broken a wine glass (a very expensive) wine glass.

-Amelie:(